mourning in the confines of your room by yourself. 
reminded by the bulk of every memoir by yourself. 
clearing out the storage spaces all by yourself. 
remembering the way it always was by yourself. 

if I could pull my thoughts together 
I could then shake the thought you might be still breathing 
others I haven't seen in months or years 
now are here under a dimming light of circumstance 

do you feel it's true that you're always the doomed 
with this migraine, my gain will fade 

Real soon we'll be alright
Real soon just hold on tight
Release you

you're against the grain in the painting of a world 
you don't speak a sound or walk around here anymore 
full of silent expectations no one could have known 
so how would I? 

trying to find something 
looking for a whole lot of nothing 
and then you found me at your door
full of silent expectations no one could have known
so how would I? 

No two reasons
They're good reasons
Why'd you have to die but leave a hundred alibies
Cause no one is surprised

No two reasons
They're good reasons
Why
Release you away

Trying to find a whole lot of nothing
and then you found me