From the recording The Hill
Go. I’ll be fine. I’ll be one more thing you tried. I’ll rest quietly beside your bed in a rusty picture frame instead.
Smile with your teeth. I can’t tell you what you need. I’m just glad that I could see it for a moment before you leave this.
Sing us a song. I won’t turn that radio on. I won’t miss you when you’re gone and traveling, but we both know I lie too often.
And so if you and I might meet again, a year or two from now as nothing more than friends. We all know how that ends and it ain’t pretty. To make it easier on both our lives. It might be better not to screw it up this time, and walk away together intertwined.
So much has changed, but all my pictures stayed the same. Seems I’ve wasted all my days in moments that lost me long before I noticed.
So stay. I’ll be fine. I’ll be one good thing you tried. I’ll rest quietly beside your bed and wait for you to wake instead.