Shut up.
Just shut up.
I don't want to hear what you have to say.
I don't want to see the way you look at me as the words roll off your tongue.
I don't want to know what you need.

I'll cover my ears.
I'll close my eyes.
I'll sing a tune at the top of my voice,
anything to drown you out.

You don't understand.
You don't want to understand.
You kick and scream and hollar
As if that gets you my attention.
As if that brings me satisfaction.

and slowly everything comes around.

Sometimes I stare into the darkness and swear I saw your face.
From the corner of my eye I see you slip between the sheets, but when I move to join you, the bed is calm.
The way you move and the way you are is so fresh in my mind.
But you're gone.

You're a ghost of my imagination, but I can still feel your touch.
I can still taste your lips pressed so firmly against mine, as if it were to be the last kiss we ever shared.
I can still hear you whisper "go.." through your tears.
We both know how hard it is to turn and walk away through those doors.
This time it was me, leaving a torn apart you standing alone on an empty platform.

I know how it feels to watch you walk away.
You're holding a piece of my heart back with you at gate 23.

Don't let go...