it pains me to see you go again
just walk out that door and I'll reach for my pen
I'll pay off the demons so they'll leave me alone
and lay in my bed and scream at the phone
It never rang and it never will
I'll tear at the wallpaper til I've had my fill
I'll just sit in my room and look up at the sky
and the stars will peek through the roof and ask me why
But I know no reasons
all I know are seasons
Winter spring summer to fall
I'll be sitting here without your call
I'll sit until the day it rings
I'll think about those little things
Like butterflies dancing around me on a midsummer's night
that was before you went out of sight
When I finally give up hope and die
A part of me will always be alive
It'll be the tear dripping down my cheek
that will fall onto the floor and seep
Down into the soil where it will cower
but the life that it held would create a flower
 
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