i miss you keenly like a phantom limb the weight of your hand against my palm well, it settles beneath my ribs i go to grasp it, the place where your love ought to be but my fingers hit air, it was hurting, i swear, but i’m coming up empty can you miss a thing you’ve never had? cause i’d lose a limb to have you back legs or lungs, love, take your pick but my heart’s no longer mine to give mm, hm i mourn you early like a tragic end the stain of your words, bloodied with ink well, it tears right through my page i build a casket in the shape of that day with you you left me floating and reeling and pink and then you left me can you mourn a thing that's never lived? cause a eulogy is on my lips six feet over my head now and i’m still looking for solid ground oh what i would give to make an appearance somewhere in the story of you but your inkwell is overflowing and if i sink, well, i guess i’ll be going but it was a pleasure to be here an honor to know you give my regards to the hands that will hold you can you love someone you’ll never know? can you keep a thing you’ll never hold? you are still my favorite fate and i’m still sleeping in a grave mm, hm
