Red Eye

I took a red eye to see you, but you’re not coming home
And though I hate to admit it
I still call your phone to hear your voice when I’m all alone
But the line’s disconnected now
And the silence haunts this empty house
I’m losing grip from holding on until my fingers bled

It’s a story left untold
A song half-sung with solemn notes;
A poem that the world will never see
I can feel you now
With a fire burning deep
You were the best of us, and the death of me

This place is a dark space
Like the bags under my eyes
And I still have restless nights
If god could convince me that this was meant to be
Then god damn, it’s a losing fight
You were the leaves that never made it back to green

It’s a story left untold
A song half-sung with solemn notes;
A poem that the world will never see
I can feel you now
With a fire burning deep
You were the best of us, and the death of me

I never made it out to see you again
(It weighs heavy on my burdened head)
But I know you’ll never hold it against me
There’s not much left unsaid
(I like to think I’ve seen you there above my bed)
But it’s probably just my way of coping

It’s a story left untold
A song half-sung with solemn notes;
A poem that the world will never see
I can feel you now
With a fire burning deep
You were the best of us, the best of us...

It’s a story left untold
A song half-sung with solemn notes;
A poem that the world will never see
I can feel you now
With a fire burning deep
You were the best of us, and the death of me