The Mechanics of Leaving

I carry your weight on my left side
Only half of me is swollen and unfree
The balance of burden has left me crooked
As I tell and retell your story
And in my right mind it’s all logic
It’s so forget
But even I understand the mechanics of leaving
When someone goes
There is always someone left
You only tell your secrets to my left hand
You cloud my vision down the center
And to the west
You squeeze on in and you pull my blood
Until you’re fitting into any peaceful place that I have left
When someone goes
There is always someone left
And I’m fine, I’m fine
I know I’m going to work you out
Stand up straight and lock these doors
And scream you out of my mouth
To this day you can’t just come
And look me in the face
You have to send your ghost
To haunt me this silent way
Someone goes
There is always someone left
Someone goes
There is always someone left