I’ll never learn, I guess. It was a birth through burn before this ice in my chest. Ode to the ones that made, forgotten by us who changed. (And the pieces that fit together, they won't fall apart.) I thought you knew how to walk but you don't talk and I don't talk. I guess I became the worst. Would have thought you went first. But I couldn't stop. So stubborn, running in the rain. But who the fuck are they to say? Please let the dogs in, okay. No shame, no remorse. Further your fucked up way of saying I miss you. I'm not saying that.