Real Estate In An Imaginary Place

For every breath that I released
That you did not return with your own
For every precious little seed
That in burning bridges I had sown
For the rope around your ankle
That I tied tightly around my neck
To safely ensure that all your travels
I could warily scrutinize and inspect
For all I saw in you that I held so dear
That of me you threw out your window
I'm done with
I'm done for

Amen.

MUSICAL RECOMMENDATION:

"Funeral" by Band Of Horses