Black Veils - Open City

there are things I can’t unsee

words that I can’t unread

I can feel you’re near, but I can’t find you

buried deep underneath

the back porch

the bed frame

the doormat

the windowpane

you never forgot where we hid hope

now nothing feels the same as I remember

nothing looks the same as it did before

would you like it if I came over?

and if I did could I lay beside you in mother’s bed?

and if I did what would it mean if I spent another night?

what would it mean?

would it be alright?

in effort to reclaim the part that I would play

I got the pages of your last note

now nothing feels the same as I remember

nothing looks the same as it did before

would you ignore the body?

would it be alright if we just slept?

in effort to reclaim the part that I would play

I never forgot where we came from.