Spine - Pianos Become The Teeth

spine - Pianos Become The Teeth
On tuesday I got the call,
That damn phone call
I鈥檇 been bracing for all week.
No, don鈥檛 say it.
I watched her crawl in bed with you,
I watched her wet your lips
And couldn鈥檛 do a God damned thing,
I watched you shake, I watched our hearts break,
I couldn鈥檛 wrap my fingers around your spine
And shake it loose from the bone,
I couldn鈥檛 fight against the loss,
I never set fire to your bed,
I never burnt the bed sores,
I never ate the flame, or drank the sweat,
But if it burns me up
I won鈥檛 char half as much as I鈥檒l keep warm.
Life goes on because it has to, these things,
They never leave, they stay with you,
The smell of the viewing,
Your friends singing your praises,
The flower boot that never bloomed until we lost you,
The first Christmas we suffered through,
Room 211, kissing your head,
The last look into your eyes,
Not having the words to say thank you,
Say good bye.