Glass

Alone again, alone. I’m old again, I know. I’m young but I’m not sold. Daniel died and I don’t care as much as I think you might. I’d have lied if I implied I’d lost my taste for the night life

A careful special sad
Breakable but strong, like glass
I’ve loved you all along and soon
All your hair will be gone, but you’ll
Always be in my songs (it’s true)
Driving around sunny Montreal in the
Silence of it all, I stop
And I start to feel tall and as
Things all start to fall into
Place and start to feel good
I have room to see you’re gone
Feel closer to myself, and now
Start missing you as me, and how that
Hurts more than anything, but at least
It’s real