Don’t leave me in this room    The walls are closing in    This is the space I used to say    The line is drawn for you each day   But every day you show    With sound of caving walls    Some day this song will have no pulse    And I’ll cave alone    But there we are    Waiting for your answer    Your arms speeded elation    Beating out your salvation    But when the tape stopped you were gone    A half measure from home    This week I recreate    Edit you back into    The blare that could define you    Coveted by few who knew    The phone rings without pause    This grief wills everyone    All I have is our shitty song    How could it ever be enough?    Here we are in our final accord    A mortician and his tools    Sonically bury you    You could have chose another chord to resolve on