Fold the Pages to Form an Image of the Chance that You Have Lost

I'll walk away for the last time
Say goodbye to that false smile
No grudges held for all your lies
I won't see your face when I close my eyes
Anymore, anymore

And I tried your trust for the last time
Your words were there, but your lips sewn tight
And I can't help but wonder
I was never good enough for your secrets
I could only ever have your lies

So you should write a book filled with the things you never told me
If the tides change and your voice breaks and you call me just to hold me,
Not to suspend me by the thread you've tied over your lover's bed
For my tears to fall onto the skin of what was never mine
But until then, you've just run out of time

You'll keep me here for the last time
I've watched you run your last mile
Around me, and ignore the cries
Of cracked lips praying for the sun to rise
Above this broken life

I'll call your name for the last time
Your silence whispers a goodbye
But I won't blame you for your reluctance
To leave your ghosts behind
I'd do the same if you were mine

So you should write a book filled with the things you never told me
If the tides change and your voice breaks and you call me just to hold me,
Not to suspend me by the thread you've tied over your lover's bed
For my tears to fall onto the skin of what was never mine
But until then, you've just run out of time

I'll swear again, that you've run out of time