Much at All

You faded fast at the end

Your screen creaking and your doorframe bent

I still can smell you in this room

It’s like gunpowder soaking in cheap perfume

But I don’t really need you much at all

No I don’t need you much at all

All you left were your rusted shears

You never did like my phony beard

Your fade-to-black was a maddening sight

But you also never cared to end things right

But I don’t really mind it much at all

I don’t mind it much at all

I hope that you see

Each word that I speak is untrue

When I tell you that I don’t want you

Cause you know that I do

I walk barefoot to close the gate

My steps seem heavier every day

I notice it most when I’m out wandering late

My vestigial heart is just dead weight

I don’t really need you much at all

I don’t need you much at all

A false prophet in a tempest tossed

It was my crooked staff-cross that got you lost

I stare out the screen at the tracks you made

And I sharpen your shears and start to shave

I don’t really need you much at all

No I don’t mind it much at all

And I hope that you know

Each word that I wrote is untrue

When I told you that I don’t want you

Cause you know that I do