If I Leave

I still meet you everyday Between the blankets, the doorsteps The emptiness around still talks to me Why can't you leave When pretending that you're dead Still won't help me to forget I still see a silhouette in my sleep I wish I could have changed Not to lose it all again with you I swear I'm nothing As mistaken as our house Which we burned down And moved around But the rain won't come so I sat down Alone with your shaking hands around But the pinkie won't keep up I could write you a letter or two and a half I know I'll never be enough