On Life And Living

I found myself with a prayer
When what I wanted was a wish
This guy doesn't need too much from me
So the bargainings limited

Tried to ask for what I thought you wanted
But he said it doesn't exist
Guess I was always watching you talk
More than I was listening

And I've come to believe
That the first part of the grieving process
Is finding something to grieve

But I’ll rejoice in each lucid pause
Unknotting the mess, rewrapped in loss

We keep bringing up the past
Few and far between facts
And the story of each
And the way that they were formed

We keep bringing up the past
Few and far between facts
I've got mine to myself
And you've always had yours