I've been constructing a lie but writing it like a story
with every sentence and simile telling you that I'm sorry
And you won't know the truth unless you seek the clues
But can I really expect that much from you?
It's for your solace, your closure, your calm.
When you're reading this like a letter but it was written to your song
Buried in best wishes at the sleight of my palm
Discovered by you. And carried in your scars all along
I'm leaving you now, trailing footsteps in the snow
Feeling less like a vulture and more like a crow
I'll miss you, I love you, I do, although-
This is my letter on letting go.
As you lie with your lover, setting sail into the deep,
and studying the science behind an angel asleep
Every once in a while bring me back within your dreams
I wrote you an ideal ending to this tragedy.