And now you’re gone and I’m still home I sort through rooms and stacks of souvenirs You left when you moved on I change the light, change the sheets Give away what I can’t use And hold the things I need to keep But this dream was yours It’s in a language I can’t speak It sounds familiar in my ears But like a tune I can’t repeat And I’ve been writing down the things That I’m afraid I might forget The stories you can’t ever tell again ‘Cause I’m not ready for your legacy to end I check the mail, I check my phone Like I’m expecting something soon Like you might be coming home I am a limb torn from a chest My nerves still twitch me ‘cross the room But I feel so directionless My blood is old; my love is yours And soon I’ll leave this house and run To where you’ve gone along before ’Til then I’m writing down the things That I’m afraid I might forget The stories you can’t ever tell again ‘Cause I’m not ready for the healing to begin From the day we met, I knew I didn’t deserve you But I’ve got Jonah’s scorching rage at your depart I’ll probably burn this house to ashes to observe you Lay right down and let the flames become your arms And I’ve been screaming since your voice no longer could So in silence now, I boil ‘til I shake I only wish this house of ours was so much bigger I want the flames to light the sky across the state Rage to the rain; to the waste you left me Rage to the rain; to the waste you left me