I’ll never learn, I guess.
It was a birth through burn before this ice in my chest.
Ode to the ones that made, forgotten by us who changed.
(And the pieces that fit together, they won't fall apart.)

I thought you knew how to walk but you don't talk and I don't talk.
I guess I became the worst.
Would have thought you went first.
But I couldn't stop.
So stubborn, running in the rain.
But who the fuck are they to say?

Please let the dogs in, okay.
No shame, no remorse.
Further your fucked up way of saying I miss you.
I'm not saying that.