I weighed the pros and cons
this is what I learned:
the past is precedent
whether it be two weeks or thirty-three years
and regardless of the ease in which I could reason what I hear,
I'd just rather saw off my ears.

I realize I'm not your vice;
that sometimes, what I say doesn't sound right
and in my departure, it seems like theres nothing lost,
because I was always gone even in the right light.

But I'm willing to be open,
even when it shows im pinned.
I miss the closeness and the words we spilled;
I wish the void between us could be refilled.