Watching the dark from my car, we went through the fight we'd practised.
I chose answers to fit your honest questions.
Really the lies were as true as anything I could say.
(Can say).

When you held my hand and asked for reasons not to go,
I thought of when your mother died and I held you
In the weeks when you could only see grey.
I thought of the night in town when you thought
I'd said I'd drive us home. We both got hammered,
Ruined the shoes we couldn't afford dancing in the fountain.

I thought of the first time I saw you-
Talking to Sarah by the stairs and you trailed off
To smile at me,
Of talking the sun down and up again, of fucking
Under the acres of stars and not once looking up.
I thought of our Sundays.
I thought that maybe six years of not quite loving you
Could be fixed inside a minute
And I let you drop to the ground.

I left that silence for you to fill with what you wanted
And hoped you had it in you to hate me.

You said you were cold and you left me.
You didn't look back to see me crying
(For real, I was cold too).
This time it didn't stop when you turned the corner
And I was out of sight.