What was whispered in your ear
When you turned and smirked to hide your fear?
A long-lost friend, when you hear his name
You fake a cough to disguise your shame
Oh, you started out small but you lost it all
Won’t you learn to cry with me? Oh no…
A knock on the door—a familiar face
That takes me a while to recognize
Her blood-red smile and those sugar-coat eyes
Did she learn to cry from me? Oh no…
And the feeling—And the feeling
Of her cheek on mine; it’s so fine, but hard to find
Excavations—she’d dig for treasure
And the people they found underground; no longer bound
See these grooves, scars—they are wounds from
All the feelings I’ve had; most are bad, I’m almost mad
All these surnames, and these pronouns
That I scream from my bed; most are dead, no longer friends
I clean out your closet, and what do I find?
That suit and tie that you hide behind
That blood-stained hat, I know it’s mine
Won’t you learn to cry with me? Oh no…