All these graycoated mornings pass  just like water poured on wax  you watch the sun make another lap  then fall into this gap of nothingness  where everything's prefab and everything's dead  and every little thing get's inside your  head  as you watch these graycoated mornings  pass  and it feels just like you feed on broken  glass    walking through the kitchen now  all a mess and maybe somehow  this could be like the saddest story  - the one about the redhead and her family,  choking on the things they say  like one line of good words could save the day    and summer comes  to knock me off my feet  you will be gone  but still inside of me  I'll pin your words  of sadness and grief  into my skin  until you're within    all these graycoated mornings pass  like none of this won't ever last  you're hanging in the air 'round here  like a thought that slowly disappears  and when I saw your silhouette climb the hill  from the top of the boat, my heart stood still  but I won't cry  I'm not crying, honey  I'm dying