Postscript

I've been trying
To rid myself of you
Crying out your name in public places just won't do
Wonder what you thought
When your final days came to
It feels like I'm walking
A million miles in the soles of your shoes

It's gotten harder since the night you left
Swear on my fathers life I'd beg for rest
The cuts on your wrists were skin deep at best
If you had to die why couldn't I love you less
Than this

Waking up with cold-sweats
In panic I hit the floor
I never felt dissociation this severe before
In drunken rage and anger I go out to punch some trees
When I feel my bloody knuckles collapse
There's fucking panic in my knees

It's gotten harder since the night you left
Swear on my fathers life I'd beg for rest
The cuts on your wrists were skin deep at best
If you had to die why couldn't I love you less
Than this

Harder the night you let me go
The taste of your lips, they smell like smoke

Harder the night you let me go
The taste of your lips they smell like smoke
If you had to leave I knew you would
If you had to go I wish you would



Credits
Writer(s): Make For Maine
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