Much at All

You faded fast at the end
Your screen creaking and your doorframe bent
I still can smell you in this room
It’s like gunpowder soaking in cheap perfume
But I don’t really need you much at all
No I don’t need you at all
All you left were your rusted shears
You never did like this phony beard
Your fade-to-black was a maddening sight
But you also never cared to end things right
But I don’t really mind it much at all
I don’t mind it much at all
I hope that you see
Each word that I speak is untrue
When I tell you that I don’t want you
Cause you know that I do
I walk barefoot to close the gate
My steps seem heavier every day
I notice it most when I’m out wandering late
My vestigial heart is just dead weight
I don’t really need you much at all
I don’t need you much at all
A false prophet in a tempest tossed
It was my crooked staff-cross that got you lost
I stare out the screen at the tracks you made
And I sharpen your shears and start to shave
I don’t really need you much at all
No I don’t mind it much at all
And I hope that you know
Each word that I wrote is untrue
When I told you that I don’t want you
Cause you know that I do