The weight of my phone like a tablet of stone seems to grow with the words I just read It silently falls from my hand to the floor with the wonders I wished I had said For a time there is timelessness Endless furore To the dark I said pour and forgot to say when The words that you wrote come back blacker than smoke I'm so sorry I've done it again I gather up the candlelight Jangle the chimes Mp up what is left of my lungs I might have seen all the rot in the rungs I pack what is needed for the journey to come All my books all my bracken and booze Say yeah well I'm sorry too I stare at the soldiers before me All my blossoms that have waited to fall And I walk Knowing every last one of them is painted in light I make myself acquainted with the saint of never getting it right My dress is on fire I hurl myself I heal myself I drag myself like a rug in the rain My saint she is dancing Every step I choose to take begins to set the world aflame The soldiers march behind me I can hear them beat their spears For the first time in all my life I know I'm more than what I fear All the blossoms that have waited to rise And I run And I scream out to the sky You do not get to hurt me just because I asked you once if you were alright I drink that nice wine you were saving it's saving me now love My soldiers sit by like I'm newly baptized in the blossoms that fell from above I whisper aloud to my saint 'Oh we we're gonna get on'