Don't leave me in this room

The walls are closing in

This is the space I used to say

The line is drawn for you each day

But every day you show

With sound of caving walls

Some day this song will have no pulse

And I'll cave alone

But there we are

Waiting for your answer

Your arms speeded elation

Beating out your salvation

But when the tape stopped you were gone

A half measure from home

Home, home

This week I recreate

Edit you back into

The blare that could define you

Coveted by few who knew

The phone rings without pause

This grief wills everyone

All I have is our s***ty song

How could it ever be enough?

Here we are in our final accord

A mortician and his tools

Sonically bury you

You could have chose another chord

To resolve on

On, on