The Hum

I can remember how I drove every day
To see you
Even though you couldn’t see me
It’s nice to know that meant nothing

I’d listen to the album you bought me
On the way
Just because it made me feel a little better
And maybe none of it meant anything

I prayed so hard every night for your pain
To go away
…What can I say?
It’s nice to know that it all meant nothing

Four Minutes, the song still rings in my head
It would haunt me every time I laid down in my bed
Four Minutes, the song still gives me shivers
Even as the feelings that they were wither
Four Minutes, sometimes I feel like going home
And you swear you’ll never let things go by again

I can remember how I left you when you needed me most
Ha!
Guess you didn’t hear my voice over the hum
Of the respirator…