Gone

i know that my bones are aching
and I’m sick of waking up in strange places
but that’s comfort in this cold
cos i’m lost
but i’ll wait for the morning
cause you won’t be up to find me
well I got desperate when you were broken
(cos you’re the crutch that keeps me standing)
clinging along to words you’d spoken
(but this distance is demanding)
sorry that i wasn’t here
i promise i’ll be there next year
but you could never shed those tears
cos i won’t be around
cos i won’t be around
we’ll wait for the morning
but i know these roads
like the veins on my hands
well I got desperate when you were broken
(cos you’re the crutch that keeps me standing)
clinging along to words you’d spoken
(but this distance is demanding)
sorry that i wasn’t here
i promise i’ll be there next year
but you could never shed those tears
cos i won’t be around