Gone

Making plans for the future while I'm stuck in the past
staying here in the moment is just too much to ask.
And the closest I got was the furthest from gone,
my heart never left, it's been here all along.

There's a headache of pills and a heartache of lust
and that bitter taste lingers on my lips laced in dust.
And the covers are wrinkled, the window are cracked,
and the broken-down bruises on my arms take me back

to the lessons of losing the touch of her hand
and the fingers of honesty I could not understand.
As her touch slipped away, I sat holding my heart
with the blood dripping faintly to the place where I start

to begin to understand all the feelings we share.
Will they stay gone forever or is forever impaired
by the love I still have for your memory, strong?
Because this love that I have is the furthest from gone.


You know you're the only one who can take me, break me, shake me, make me want to see the other side. You're the only one who can save me, but the truth is, you're the only one who has ever tried.