I am running out of words
Ten pages in a year
The silence hurts
But there's nothing left to hear
And I don't want to sing
If it will be about you
The story is old
But it's outlasted you

Puppet-strings left dangling from a tree
I followed them to see where they might lead
Thought you'd lit me candles in the dark

My paper boats are tied just out of reach
Their sodden cargo scattered round my feet
I could just walk away
Leaving them to decay
Set a fire to this mess
And watch it blaze

Puppet-strings left dangling from a tree
I followed them to see where they might lead
Thought you'd lit me candles in the dark
Fuses throwing out their angry sparks

The afterglow isn't burning me
A vacant stare where the image should be
I left the matches in the debris
Begrudged goodbyes and obsolete [memories]