11 Months - Austin Collins

Take me back and put me in the throes

Of your hardwood nights and your dirty clothes

Under the eaves of your cocaine episodes

I watched it all burn down

At the end of the hall on the second floor

Got your glass in my eye just to be ignored

As I stared through the holes in your broken door

Let’s try it one more time

11 months and still no peace

11 months there’s no relief

It’s too late for what you wanted

11 months for you to grieve

11 months is your reprieve

It’s not enough to turn around

Dressed to kill that’s the only innocent

Way to cope with the pain as the fear ferments

Under the guise of your last heard argument

You’d do anything for him

Feed the roots of your love and his alibis

After the chains we played in your suicide

Feeling guilt is a half-bred battle cry

But that’s close enough for you

CHORUS

I see for miles from the top of your steady course

Holding out for the peace using lethal force

Sitting in, spitting out what you can’t afford

We won’t try this again