It Paints Me and Incoherence
Everywhere I turn
I see
or hear
the sound of your voice
the billowing of your dress
your piercing eyes
Telling me
what I didn't do
when you were
alive
Everywhere I go
I imagine
you calling out
reaching out
to me
asking me to stop
or to change
It so real
so close I can
feel it
feel you
again
Everywhere I run
I can't get rid
of you
I don't know if this is a dream
or a nightmare
or I'm awake and
imagining things
They're all kind of
the same now
You're telling me
I could've done more
I could've changed you
I could've changed me
I could've changed
us
Everywhere I stay
I'm all alone
these days
in this house
in this hotel room
I don't know where to go
but no matter where
you will follow me
and make sure I
never stop feeling
guilty
Everywhere I go
I miss you
but I don't know how
to do that
when you keep telling me
it's my fault
You
leaving me here all alone
haunted
paranoid
disillusioned
unable to paint
unable to think straight
Dare I say
it's your fault?
Dare I wonder
if you did this to me
and not the other way
around?
Everywhere I turn
I see
or hear
the sound of your voice
You keep asking me to
stop
stop everything
give up
Well
when will you
stop
Give up