Lucas
Last time I saw you, your dad called me a whore
So I went inside
I locked the door
And decided not to talk to you anymore
I didn't know you were gone till your mom said it was my fault
And sure, it'd been a while since I called
But you were sick long before we ever met
And I already had enough of my own regrets
I swear I tried everything I could think of
It's just not the kind of thing you can fix with love
Mixing what's killing you with your meds
Is just a faster way to end up dead
The first time I met you was in the psych ward
Where we picked desert flowers in the yard
In rooms heavy with pain and anger
We weirdly became a family of strangers
I think I did everything I could have
You really just wanted to be loved
Worked as hard as you could to get better and instead
Found yourself an even faster way to end up dead.
