The Song That Lied

"What kind of notes would suit this best?"

That's the question I'm drawing forth from
where guilt's stored, once laid to rest then
resurrected after my comrades took off for...

points unknown

I put the pain and grief away for awhile
Penning songs about the depths of them
Only aggravated those who had griped that silence,
Or denial be the lyrical statement I made more often

I suppose I can't blame their decision
I really shouldn't be writing this song
It'd be best if I wiped my imagination
Do away with reminders, I was wrong

But scared skin is in need of comfort
If my apologies were enough to fix it
I'd throw paper planes and my voice
into the current of anger to direct it

I know it's not in time enough
They couldn't make up for the lack
They wouldn't make up for the fact

Distance
It's what's preferred when
someone's focused on hurt
It's what's preferred when
It's not easily understood

That pens bleed as fingers cry
A voice cracks as dreams die
Foundations then crumble
in the blink of a dazed eye

The directions twice chosen
Were promises thrice broken
When love decried and a heart needed
Dreams to be reborn, despair defeated
when beats only raced anemic, cheated

I don't think they'll amend clauses
attached to their rules of friendship
Fraught dynamics, maybe because
This is for the best, our dissolution

But anxious skin is in dire need of comfort
If these lines were enough to convince 'em
I'd throw paper planes in the hope that the
direction they flew was true to every friend

I know it's not nearly enough
They couldn't make up for the lack
They wouldn't make up for the fact

Distance
It's what's wanted when someone hates
It's what's needed when hard to anticipate
Contradictory moods and their erratic state

This pen weeps as my contrite fingers
confess what a puppet master delivers
The lines I once claimed were not mine

The past is what has clouded my mind

Blue ink dries, now my lungs know
my breath lied, my chance is blown
Denial's what I was singing all along

But then, no one's heart is perfect

I suppose the notes that suit this best
are the ones bitterness chose to forget