i woke up to yet another day
grown to expect
expect more of the same
except for, for a subtle change
and that is, i'm slowly fading away

harvest moon, soon will pass
crop is gone, left only chaff
a bitter pill, and an overcast
a flag unfurled, at half mast

a year to the day
since you went away
a moment in time
when you were last mine
i'm here standing still
with more time to kill
i barely survived
i barely survived

like pouring salt on an open wound
memory filling
filling this empty room
i'm as bare, i'm as bare
as a barren womb
still like the air
in a whitewash tomb

a year to the day
since you went away
a moment in time
when you were last mine
i'm here standing still
with more time to kill
i barely survived
i barely survived
three sixty-five