My voice carries with it a hurt tone
Like a constant busy beep from a cellphone
Like a true friend standing all alone,
At an airport, waiting on his own
Like a goodbye, really meaning hello
Like a child going through divorce and losing a home
Like a symphony of sad strings through your backbone
Like if two storms had collided and grown
Like an eulogy on my headstone

I wish I'd had known the importance before
That I'd have figured it out
And knew all in advance
So that all the missing pieces would now be in place
And all my memories would fit into this mess
And that all of my feelings would shrink in space
And seem smaller and weaker and hurt less
That none of this would be as it is now
When nothing's left, yet everything's there somehow

The beeping tone faded out to a silence
And I thought I had you figured out to a science
That I'd had known it all in advance
That I'd have the solution figured out at first glance
The true friend is left by himself
Like an unread poem on a bookshelf
My voice carries with it a hurt tone
And with it, my cover's blown
My goodbye was really an apology
For the sadness, the heartbreak and the sorrows in me
The symphony of strings was a wake up call
And I just didn't answer it
Like the phone in my hand, still showing your number
Like the coma in me that's out of it's slumber