A King’s Collapse
Verse
What was supposed to be vacation, wasn’t quite vacation after all
I got to emptying out my bag, and at the bottom I found our past
I drew this picture for you but now it’s riddled with gashes
The images on the page no longer move,
and the words scribbled over top of them no longer scream for you
Chorus
You were the roof over my head keeping me safe from every storm
But now you are nothing more than a headline in the post
Describing how much money we’re gonna need in relief
To clean up my heart’s home
Verse 2
I went to the cemetery a day late, couldn’t be bothered to before
I was gonna lay your picture in your earth, decided it meant a little more
The gashes in the page reminded me of what the coroner saw
The wind blows cold in December,
I took your sweatshirt off and laid it over the dirt
Maybe a cold heart can still find warmth underneath the earth
Chorus
You were the roof over my head keeping me safe from every storm
But now you are nothing more than a headline in the post
Describing how much money we’re gonna need in relief
To clean up my heart’s home
Now I sit in my room, where we used to lie and laugh
And I debate throwing this away or sewing its seams
Not only for the picture, but for you and me
I walked away from your grave with your picture in my hand that day
Now it remains pinned up on my wall
I look over at it to remind myself how happy it makes me to see a former King fall
