Stagecoach Stokes - General and Specific Apologies

I remember frosty mornings and your hot pink gel roll pen
When we flew and I'd hoped your ticket matched my number
I remember little pocket bistros with the red-and-white checkering
All the pain in wine-drunk eyes that wouldn't meet mine

I'm sorry, I should've held you while you slept
I think about those nights and the weight you wrote from under
I'm sorry, I couldn't save you from that place
I hope there's wonder in the moonlight like when we were younger

Even when I close my eyes
Even then I can't decide
Even when I close your eyes

I remember in the student housing with the door cracked to an inch
Your diaries that begged for things to get better
I remember the museum giftshop and the postcards for your friends
And the walk home where you told me about your lover

I'm sorry, I should've dried your streakin' face
Of all the tears from yesteryears and yesterheartbreaks
I'm sorry, I couldn't help you hold the world
For more than a few short weeks of European summer

Even when we close our eyes
Even when you're on my mind
This pain inside will not subside

You were running from your inner demons and the camp they put you in
You outrun one but not the other
You needed more than I knew how to give
But if I'd known, I'd still be giving

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry
Those wine-drunk eyes, those starry eyes
Those never-blinking eyes won't stop meeting mine
Even when I close my eyes
Even then I can't decide
Those starry eyes won't stop meeting mine

Bruschetta
And pasta
And pastries in the morning

Written by:
Jakob Stokes

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