I heard you’d rather die
Than be somebody’s father.
Can’t say I’d mind
I’d rather fall apart alone
If it’s all the same.
I simply can’t afford to play those games.
And lost causes can’t fall down that many stairs.
Even if you met me at the bottom,
I’m not so sure you’d care.
So for all the red flags and Ruby’s ruins
Some funerals will last years.
I hope the ashes taint your skin forever.
No concussion could cancel out
No shadow could cast a doubt
On the fact that we were ever together.
There’s evidence now
In the shape of a heart
I’m coming back for her.
I’m going down.
Formes Frustes – Note to Self (2013)