Joana, in Five Acts

Birthday cards on the fridge Hung next to pictures of me and you I set them right the day you died But couldn't bring myself to throw them right away Goodbye The day he called: impossible You're drifting out inside the room where I was born I held you up, not strong enough Said my goodbyes and watched your smile fade away It's not right I can't be honest. I'm a bit demolished when I'm Picturing holding your body in the room The white sheets I'm facing; My nervous pacing that you're just another heart That I can't bring back to this side of the ground Now I'm scared of what a stranger might say to me And I can't keep my demons at bay I'm paranoid and showing every indication Talking more to myself each day I'm paranoid and given every reason for why you had to leave But why'd you leave without me? I'm too lazy to leave my home I'm far too bored to let it go Like it mattered in the end Or like it did any good while you were still here I can't pick up the phone anymore I won't pickup the phone anymore I'm always just stuck missing you now that you've disappeared