do we place blame?
at the height of happiness, in the depths of our lowest lows,
flowers left at the graveyards of a thousand lost lovers,
entire city streets that should have been choked with the traffic of our love,
instead abandoned and left in mourning
do we place blame, does it even matter?
at any point in time
throughout our sordid histories
we could have made it work
fought for it with tooth and nail
actually made it work like how they did a century ago
is the one that we stick with just the one where we run out of spirit, or pride?
I'm as perfect as I am immortal
"I never had a halo, I never flaunted wings"
I only know what my heart feels and what my flawed brain tells me
learn and move on
try to smile
I swear I die a little each and every time, I feel too much
I can't love as hard as I do and lose as much as I do,
I can't
don't let the procession march through yet, I can't wear black again
this is exactly what I was afraid of in the first place,
why I couldn't let you in
because I knew I'd eventually be here
wearing black
I'll leave a flower for you every week
and I'm not blowing out the candle
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