A letter to Chelsea
I’m sorry for the mess I left behind
I tried to put my ducks in line

I’m grateful you were there for me
Mascara-streaks and casualties aside
I understand your hands were tied

I left you the spare key
Erase whatever traces you can find
All remnants of this lesser life

And forget about posterity
Those perfect rhymes a perfect waste of time
Parentheses and pantomime
Just see they spell my name right

I’m not about to ask forgiveness
I know there’s no excuse for this
Of course you’re right

But when it’s time to sell my secrets
How there was not a hint of sweetness
In my eyes
Be kind and wait until my mother dies

You'll have to forgive me
I've second-guessed these words too many times
I've tried to keep these pages dry

I’m grateful you believed in me
But all stories tend toward tragedy, in time
And no one makes it out alive

All things measured equally
I wish I'd had the chance to say goodbye
I'm sure you had your reasons why

It’s better you remember me
In dreams obscene
Still lovely and alive
No tears of years of compromise
I’m best survived by sync rights

I’m not about to ask forgiveness
I guess you’d call this cowardice
Of course you’re right

And there’s no bitterness beneath this
As if it makes a difference
After all of this time
Oh, weren't we lucky just to be alive?

I’m not about to ask forgiveness
I know there's no excuse for this
Of course you’re right

But this was just the cost of business
And I just need to finish this
Out of sight, out of mind
Be kind and wait until the blood has dried