Salt Wound - Failure

I was thinking that you would stay today.

Something tells me that you’ll show up to say bye goodbye.

Salt wound, too soon.

If I push you down you’d just let it stand.

You bring for spray good one, full of rocks and sand.

Grasping, both confused, I couldn’t love you more,

Always talking to me, but did she know the sure goodbye?

Breathe hard, chips start falling down, head hopes crawling down, please.

Goodbye, salt wound, too soon, falling down, breathe hard, crawling now,

Chips fall, splits too deep, head hopes, goodbye, please.