Thank You

A sullen spent seven years

Scraping love from the dust that covers your fingerprints

I sit around and watch the splintering

Of a trust that I never seemed to have a hand in

Well maybe it's true I'm barely there

So easily mistaken for your favorite chair

Like a perfect and graceful fading



Well I thank you

For giving me nothing

'cause who could be a witness

Who could have the patience

You like to sit there in it

Privileged and indifferent



You never come around to see my side

So i don't get to tell you that I'm doing fine

Monday comes, and Monday goes

You're my faithful, stand-by no show



'cause who could tell the story

Sit down and read it to me

Who'd reveal their memories

Be the first to say

Yeah I do see you when you're looking down

Pages scattered on the ground

You're the one who tore them out

You're the one who tore them out



Yeah I do see you

Right through

And it feels too soon to leave you

Leave you