Ray LaMontagne - I Still Care For You

hear me out
day follows day
light turns to clay in my hands

how to explain,
so pristine the pain
it was kindness made the cut so clean

I still care for you

Hear me out
you wanted me to be
less your love than a mirror

can't you see
what you mean to me?
(even promises may bleed)

I still care for you

The hours grow
heavy,
and hollow,
cruel as a grave

open
me
and you'll find
only bones burned to glass.

I still care for you