You're Not There

Pour words over me and all around the ripples rock the boat I favour entropy a slow decline before I have to go Don't take it out on me it's just revenge and you're the instrument Your actions guarantee an end to this but will you ever know And I walk home as the sun goes down and listen for your voice But you're not there to call me I forget sometimes In the aftermath I fall through stages fitting more of grief Unrehearsed they seem to stutter past a shuffled deck unsheathed Acceptance bows to discontent a sense of mourning troubles me Quick anger rears it's head and settles down replaced by disbelief And I walk home as the sun goes down and listen for your voice But you're not there to call me