Can picture your face
The night that you died
Amid the clamour and haste
Of a thousand white lies
And the ice that must have melted so slow
In your girlfriend's sweet heart
Until it finally soaked every memory you had left
And if there's something you weren't and you wanted to be
In the interest of truth and the science of self-loathing
The evolution took place over a night
And a moment was lost for good
While all the friends that you had,
And didn't mean a thing but the passing of time
And the echo of your voice
Gathered at the foot of your bed and held out their hands
To the darkness that leapt out of the hole in your chest
And if there's something that hurt even more than the loss
It was knowing that the promise would never be kept
At least while you lived, we could hold you to it
If only just to hear how it would sound
Like rain