Alone on the train
You're running towards
Or maybe away from a reason
To wake each morning
Your thoughts
Again drift towards us
And what we have
And 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 hand in your bag
And pull out the Carver book
You grabbed before leaving
And then you realize
In this too she was right
You make an excuse
You make up a lie
So 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
The taste of blood
From a bitten tongue
You're in need of some new
Teeth that won't cave in