Wreck

I'd love to whisper words into your grave
But I know that you will never hear
A single word that I would think to say
They all just clog up in your rotting ear

I'll keep the photos I never took of you
And scorch the edges to mock time
Clocks are nothing but spinning wheels
With numbers that don't add up to nine

In the future others will use your name in songs
But they'll never know just how you felt
The list of writers grows long
And the world will soon forget

Someday I will go back to school
And read a book about resurrection
And if it doesn't bring you back to me
I'll burn it and borrow another one

Your memory won't survive out of this bedroom door
You died with your body and soon I'll die with mine
No one will remember your face anymore
And selfishly to me that sounds fine

And I'll sing every song I ever wrote
Because my dear they're all about you
And as I stare up at the bottom of the boat
I'll gurgle your name if it's the last thing I ever do