Sycophantic

Every single one of my fingers

Has been disjointed

Since we spoke last winter

And there's no room left on the wall

For another hole

And your voice still sings

Softer in my head

Your scent is everywhere

You're all around

You're all around

You're all around

When I'm gone

Your haunted voice echoes

From the wine glass

As it sits and mocks me

To pour more in until it drowns

Far from San Francisco

And it hurts the same

Words burned into skin

I'm still fanning the flame

You're all around

You're all around

You're all around

When I'm gone

(Don't remember anymore)

When I'm gone