I Want to Be Leaves - Arms Aloft

This was such an inept thing

To put together but it seemed

Like every other thing inside was coming apart

So it’s how I spent that last morning

You were shedding skin I was changing strings

You were making my place out of ours

Now I hate this place

And I’m not crazy about these chords

But they’ll occupy me

While across town you soar

What part of what is left of us will be what’s left of me?

What of what’s left is mine and what is yours?

Wish it were as plainly black and white

As you staying solely mine

As i guess this unmade bed is

And i know my fucked up head is

I never noticed the roaring quiet of this place at night

The floors creak

The boiler and I both sigh

Too bored to sleep

Too tired to care that I’ve

Got these chords to tell me troubles to

Not convinced for a second you are sorry

Just that you know you’re supposed to apologize