• If spilling my guts could fill your empty sepulcher,
    Then maybe I could finally muster up the intrepidity,
    To be honest with my faux pas,
    And take ownership for it all.

    And that's as honest as I can be.
    My ship sets it's sails but I can't leave.

    I'll never stop seeing things that evoke memories of you,
    Their intentions are belligerent,
    I'm stuck within a harbor of my own dispassion and duplicity,
    I have acted upon this, my own intentions truculent.

    And that's as honest as I can be,
    My ship sets it's sails but I just can't leave.

    I will recede into the inner succors,
    I will acquiesce into the consolations thrust unto me.
    The sadness will lean forward and whisper,
    And what will it say ,oh what will it say?

    It'll say

    I'm going to disappear one day,
    You're going to disappear one day.
    I'm going to disappear one day,
    Just like you disappeared that day.

    So pull this sheet from over my body,
    And watch the dust where I once stood spiral and rise into the rafters atop the dawn,
    For I will leave this physical state,
    And into my mind I will abscond.