Good Grief

Every word you say is lost on me
Every word you say is lost on me
Cloistered in an echo of eight weeks
Avoiding answers
I picked up this time

Should I move back to our city
Though you don’t want me to see?
You want the best for me
What gets the best of me yet:
A prophetic fortune

You gotta understand
I’m taking a loss best I can
But nothing else is that important to me
Nothing else is that important to me
Hiding from the sun as you’re falling asleep
None of it is that important without you

Every word you say I’m writing down
Just to keep a record, if you don’t repeat them
Repeat what’s lost to sound
Remember crying through your clean shirt
Now I can’t work in the city
Or else I walk past our block
And someone else’s home
That hurts, but I know:
Your love was the fortress

You gotta understand
I’m taking a loss best I can
But nothing else is that important to me
It’s been a couple years
Anytime I make a big sound, that’s when I feel you
Nothing else is that important to me
Nothing else is that important to me
Standing in the sun like you wanted to see
All of itwas so important to you
And to me
Good grief