“No more goodbyes” you said as I stared into your eyes
in that picture you still prove to be beautiful straight through.

And I can’t see myself living another week with you there.

As I ruminate over your face it only penetrates the air that I’m living on
and my lungs won’t take this air so thick with you
so here I lay still choking oh so hoping that this town will learn to hold a princess.

So staring through my screen-woven window
only then can I realize that burning gases so high can bear your name
and look down to let me see a glimpse of what I’m missing in Rhode Island.

And broken chairs and attitudes couldn’t keep me from you.

If you would’ve stayed here who knows
but I’m not seeing what you’re listing
and you’re not seeing what you’re missing.

Remember the glittering cloak of night still hovers close, it’s not that far.

This town will learn to hold a princess.