Amy No More

Black water but I drink it anyhow,
Amy, how do you expect to make it
through, through, through?
To the end the very end, I just hope you know,
I want to let you know.
At the end of this all I won't be here
because that's how it has to be,
it has to be.
So don't tell me no,
don't deny me please,
this is how things have to seem.
So I don't tell her any different.

Break the bones with your feet,
break my back with the heavy.
Heart can only get you so far,
open the door but how do you pass through?
I can't tell you, I can't tell you.
I let her delusional,
made her,
kept her,
does it matter?
Yes.
Used to.
Not anymore.

Amy! I used to know you.
But did you ever know me?
Maybe, maybe.
Not what I used to be, definitely.
But all the same, same flesh same floor,
same step same door.
And I still feel it creeping up on me.