I know it’s late
I know you’re anxious all the time
I know hindsight is treacherous
But you look your best in this light

You’ve stopped sleeping again
Questions from well-intentioned friends
You trade medications
You’ve prayed for some patience
Or the means to some meaningful end

When you say you’re afraid
You know, there’s no need to explain
Those days, we were merciless
Assured of some purpose
And the promise of posthumous praise

Now I know how this seems
I know we’re both too old for dreams
So why should I sing knowing none of this means anything?

I want to see you walk through walls again
I’ll be the kitten at your feet
You made those dark years disappear back then
Let’s just pretend to suspend disbelief

Strike the stages of grief
Make your amends
Live on your knees
Still there’s no defense for this
And there’s no forgiveness
How could we both be so naïve?

Make your meaningless sounds
Phrase them in ways that sound profound
The beat from the box spring
And the keen of the heart strings
Well, it all sounds like noise to me now

I know you’re waiting for the end to come
And I can bleed in sympathy
But when the weight becomes too cumbersome
Just pretend to suspend disbelief

Was some message misread?
Haven’t you heard a word I’ve said?
It’s too late for greatness
We’ll never be famous
Tell me, how many tears must we shed?

Still our time, it will come
When we’ll be more than just the sum
Of all of this awfulness
We’ve dressed in the likeness of love

I want to see you walk through walls again
Call me the kitten at your feet
And maybe we can learn to live again
If we pretend to suspend disbelief