Jellyfish

So it's no longer reams of paper Strewn across the bedroom floor So it isn't nights spent sobbing anymore It's not that blurry sense of loss And not that burning stitch of God Upon the lonely road to where you've already gone There's fine froth that flows through autumn Like the bubbling of highway lights Rushing off where they belong, so ashamed to be alive And how I hope your big day arrives Beneath that haunted golden sky So I'll be drunk as hell, and you will be bathed in spite Still, I'll laugh a damn sight harder Than you ever thought I could At the dreams of the youth, at the names that they carve in wood For I still feel my own tattered glow How I strove to love without a stitch of hope And all the damage I did to you surely proves that I came close But you're not pure, and you're not polished You are just preoccupied And I'm a hypocrite to say it, for so am I The night you swore that our youths were dead You painted a perfect picture of a world without end And so I knew that neither of us had ever been Yes, I knew that neither of us had ever been