Unfinished Thought

You see i got a little busy
and i had no time to spare
i had hoped you wouldn't notice
that i didn't even seem to care
When i'd force myself to visit
we would talk about the weather
pretend we'd get together
at a later date that slipped my mind
as soon as i had said goodbye
When are you coming back?
when are you coming back?
I was distracted by the scenery
the distance left me unprepared
to deal with being helpless
knowing you were breathing liquid air
I had always meant to say goodbye
but cancer didn't advertise
that i should just apologize
to some degree i felt relieved
i knew you would be haunting me
When are you coming back?
when are you coming back?
Mezzanine.