Underneath the tree tops and across the rolling fields I’ve wandered far enough to wonder where I am and where I’m going.
This was to get away from the last time I peered into your half moon eyes that shine when the light slips away.
It’s almost like breathing to tell a song of what was yesterday, the way our light danced up to the milky way.
I’m lost with the forest, abandoned and near going to sleep when I whisper a simpler song, new and lost and meant for you, but you are far away.
This is the night that I won’t let slip under the blanket of an old lover, this is the night that alone I wonder what we ever thought about each other.
I’ve been alone before but this time it’s not quite the same. I remember a mossy heart that always stayed sane.
I thought about the way you lift your hand to my brow, I thought about the way your fingers trace across my cheeks, I thought about the way I left and the way your hand fell.
This is the last time that I ever think about that hell.
Far away and underneath a clearing in the trees, I can hear the forest weep and it’s weeping for me.
This is the last time that I’ll hear a cry, for mine is silent now. The way the wind whispers low and then high, reminds me of every good bye.
I’ve been away a while now and I’m thinking about your chest, the rise and fall of each breathe and the wave on which I’d ride while laying upon you.
It was like sailing a calm ocean and my boat was safe from storm, until that last time that I looked up and saw my sail was torn.
Now I’m running from the past and everything, this is the aftermath of the storm, alone and lost in the woods I’ll remember every thought of you.
This is the newest song that I’ll sing and it will be the last. For everything that was meant to be, I knew it wouldn’t last.
This will be the last time that I run to the forest, a path was worn and this time it grows over. For this is the last time I’ll remember every piece of me was stuck to you and now we’re through.