Alone on a train

You're running towards or maybe away from a reason to wake each morning

Your thoughts again drift to us and what we have or haven't become

Your head shakes and you think Never again

It's true what they say about fools who leave too soon

They don't ever really move on

Put your hang in your bag

You pull out the Carver book you grabbed before leaving

It's then you realize In this too she was right

You make an excuse

You make up a lie

Sell what's left of your soul like the best friend you just sold to sleep easy at night

It's true what they say about fools who speak too soon

They don't ever really know what they're getting into or out of

You're on your way with the taste of blood from a bitten tongue

You're in need of some new teeth that won't cave in