capo on 1st fret, making this one EAEBBE

Assume very low
Release in still-time
I could cover his grave with lead
Or just a wraith beside the stone
Remove your edges, (first folds)
In any way their demands
Were they truly sincere?
Or have the words been
only all along for them?

Let him go off on his-way
His hand out in the air
He left in seconds, while
No one spoke beside the calm

On days could I
Fill my head with uncertainty
My witness bore no honest truth
Leave me alone in my time

Blankets wrapped around my form
From which I can’t unlearn
I won’t come home
No I don’t ever leave home
End