Oh sweetheart,

You thought this was over.

You thought your name twisted away

In the smoke of that fire

That you set.

 

They told you it was him,

But you know that you were the one who let him in the house in the first place.

And isn’t that some sort of crime,

To sit back and watch someone tear you to shreds.

Isn’t it some sort of crime, to watch someone set you on fire and do nothing,

To be buried alive and never scream once.

 

But that shouldn’t matter anymore.

Because you are watching his name blow away

With that wind

That wind that blew you into him.

You were an inexperienced sailor,

The kind that doesn’t know how to sail into the wind

And even now you’re still struggling with the ropes,

Like woman fights man,

Like man fights Everest.

 

You thought that mountain peak was gone,

In your rearview mirror.

You thought it was disappeared in that fog,

Like that magician's assistant

at that show you went to together

When he looked at you

like he was going to saw you in half.

 

The way you still feel sawed in half sometimes.

And you thought you were driving away,

But then you catch the smell of him, on the sidewalk,

In the grocery store,

In the gym,

And all the sudden.

You see his face.

In the backseat of your car.