Left behind
Her story's on the sidewalk
It’s a brief goodbye
An address in your hand
Notice me
I'm kicking rocks toward loneliness
Begrudgingly
Packing up our things

You're leaving on a morning flight
Delayed night London taxi ride
So cold
Your hands are turning blue
Asphyxiation formally conducts you past security
The passports
Are more with me than you

Pretty sure you'll need
Your cash and state ID

Rescue plan
I dialed out and copied you
It's 2 A.M
Took a while to find the door
Discovery for all things fair
I made a case and climbed the stairs
I found you
And the tenants fast asleep
You say you severed all contacts
The anguish, phone lines are down
But fear says that without me you'd never make it off the ground

You say he's bridged every contact
The anguish, follow lines I've found
Are blindsided and embarrassed collecting the covers that make you out
With no time for thank yous now

A way to drift above us
While I provide the way out
Is this enough to make it?

A way to drift above us
While I provide the way out
Is this enough to make it?
Am I enough to make it

A way to drift above us
While I provide the way out
Is this enough to make it?

A way to drift above us
While I provide the way out
Is this enough to make it?