Those That I'm Survived By

Do you know how much that I love you?
Cos I do, but I can't recall when I last let you know
Around the fire in my throat, with each despair that I'm verbose
My reticence has found a home

What benefit is eloquence if I can't call
And tell my friends that I love them
When that's what they need to hear?
What benefit is eloquence if I can't call
And tell my friends that I love them? Cos I love them

When it matters most I don't feel like I'm present
I can understand your pain but still I'm sorry if you feel like I'm not around
I swear I try to be but I'm sorry if you feel like I'm not around
It hurts in ways I can't explain

What benefit is eloquence
If I can't call and tell my friends that I love them
When that's what they need to hear?
Coveted verbosity is without worth if I'm replete
With nothing more than shame when I should be imbued with rage

I pray that the impression that I've made upon the Earth
Will be suffice to eulogize when I'm no longer here
But if it's not, my only hope is that those that I'm survived by
Know that I've always loved them more than I've been able to show

What benefit is eloquence
If I can't call and tell my friends that I love them
When that's what they need to hear?
What benefit is eloquence
If I can't call and tell my friends that I love them