That day the cops came to confiscate the phones but it'd been uploaded for the eyes of all
You said, "It's over now. God, it's fine. Go home"
While the sun sunk cold you watched the TV glow
I said, "We can't just let him get away with this. All he ripped from you like he could make it his"
You said, "He didn't. It doesn't matter even if... you're not my dad, you sound just like some stupid kid"
"I won't slit my wrists like Lauren did." The words shot off your tongue- a spitting hiss
I asked, "How could you hand yourself to him?"
"Don't be dramatic, John. It's nothing big"
I stare, winter nights, at the lake
Wonder about the sound ice makes
Like when he parked his truck to wait
For the ground to give, the ice to break
In the paper he was in his uniform
Two tours served. He'd just turned 24
I can't remember even reading in which war
'Cause no one talks about it
No one talks about it
No one talks about it
No one talks about it
No one talks about it
No one talks about it
No one talks about it
Anymore
I walk grey streets, see dead-eyed things
Reflections in shattered screens
Keep mouthing words, breathe in repeat
I'll be alright in the morning
I'll be alright in the morning
In the morning