Slowly the pen touches paper in the guidance of the words that you write
memories roll in of the things you once did
and who you had shared them with somebody thinking of you
did I bother telling you this with the words that cross teeth and jump lips
a poor choice of words in wanting to tell you anything
but words don't come with ease they're forever my hurt
would It really matter if you were to count the days left with your hands
your focus secure and the loves you left well
smiles staged in photographs here until...
you left the light on
theres a chance I might have tripped girl
you were there to hold on
ignoring the words of your obnoxious little brother
kill or be killed spilled the words from your mother
I'll lay awake for a while
I'll leave the light on a while
you couldn't last a lifetime caught between here and the days of it
carving her name across your arm with every wish it's hit or miss her
I told you so I measured distance in lines departing the rest of my life
but you had better things to do...liar
if you get put to sleep, like an old dog you're better off if you get put to sleep
I've been cautious with the words I extend
allow this year before the world starts to end
your father's dead he passed in his sleep, and I woke to the sounds of her crying
pray for us all
-coheed and cambria: "the light and the glass"