Our Love Is Ours To Define
The missing you is no longer measured in days
Each time it smells like rain or the leaves turn themselves inside out
I think back on that last night, our lips like cadavers
Our last kiss would be our last kiss, when they upped the dose
And the machines were hooked up
And you were rationing breaths as the weight fell off
The skin sunk in, i was found counting steps in the waiting room saying
'it is ok to let go, we've already said our goodbyes long
Before they found us here' this is for the fallen
Who whished one day it would be realized that