Asthma

It's very late and I'm staring at my first guitar

And having doubts about

My paramour

I'm kept awake by the whitest noise

The frail voice that made me make a choice

I would ignore

I'm reaching for these notes although

It's easier to sing falsetto

Than really strain

It's easier to hide behind a line

About a troubled mind then

Then to explain

That I am

A cat to your asthma

And you are

The smoke to my cancer

And I

And i can heal a break by walking on

A shattered limb with

The bravest grin instead of

A tourniquet

But you

You can't clean a wound by wallowing

In words unspoken

Vows now broken

Washing time away

I know

That i can't stem the flow with fingertips

The technique wrong

The pulse too strong

Im bloodied with my remorse

But you

You dont leave the scar you scratch at it

In silent halls

And empty draws

I'll measure out

My loss

My loss

My loss

My loss

I am

A cat to your asthma

And you were

The smoke to my cancer

And you were

The care to my violence

But I was

The sound to your silence