Usual Loss

I told him that I would be Gone by the end of the year Everyday's a new kind of shame That pays for the past fears 'Cause yesterday was black And if today's not grey I swear to whatever there is... It doesn't matter anyway Hope's a withering flame Sewn behind dead black eyes It's a long goodbye "Aren't you half inclined to stay?" It's my fault, I confess I was the one who made this mess You can hate me, take what's left Or I will, or I will In my mind, she's still there By the windowsill In my mind, she's still there But the feeling's gone It couldn't have been more Then a half an hour Before I found that dead dog Dragged by the collar And if it's gone Was I bound to fail? If I weren't around Would you wait to bail? It's my fault, I confess I was the one who made this mess You can hate me, take what's left Or I will, or I will