Dust

When he leaves

I know he’ll leave

The small, hard shape of his

Wallet in the dust

And my mom will clean it up

Oh, when he leaves

I know he’ll leave

The small, hard shape of his

Wallet in the dust

Look how we are left to clean it up

Oh, we are left to clean you up

To dust he is returning all the time he had to live

Put his faith in what he never felt

Put what he felt in what he won’t forgive

When he leaves

I know he’ll leave

The small, hard shape of his

Wallet in the dust

And my mom will clean it up

Oh, when he leaves

I know he’ll leave

The small, hard shape of his

Wallet in the dust

Look how we are left to clean it up

Oh we are left to clean you up

I was burdened with composure

‘Cos he couldn’t bear the sight

Of his hatred of his father

Coalescing in the color of my eyes

I was commanded to apologize

I didn’t even think to hate you

’Til I was commanded to apologize

When he leaves

I know he’ll leave

The small, hard shape of his

Wallet in the dust

And my mom will clean it up

Oh, when he leaves

I know he’ll leave

The small, hard shape of his

Loving in the dust

Look how we are left to clean it up

Oh we are left to clean you up

It’ll be easier to talk with you

About these things

When you are dead

It’ll be easier to talk with you

About these things

When you are dead

You are dead

You are dead

When he leaves

I know he’ll leave

The small, hard shape

When he leaves

I know he’ll leave

The small, hard shape

When he leaves

I know he’ll leave

The small, hard shape

When I leave

I know he’ll leave the small, hard shape of my

Loving in the dust

And my mom will clean it up

And my mom will clean it up