In The Mist Between A Tree

Shards

On an early sunday afternoon I awoke

And you made me want to eat a shard of glass

Shove it down my throat as if you never spoke

My eyes are misty and weary

And you just make them ever so more heavy

Just as the weight that's never lifted from my shoulder

You always come right back

It's fucked and ruined and broken and sad

And I just want to say I'm sorry.

Not for one thing but everything

I had ever done

So take the shards of glass and shove them down my throat

And stop me from breathing

Before I make some other dumb mistake.