Tell me a Story

Your heart beat tells the story
of the world beneath you skin.
Though you are an author of nobody,
I keep trying to let you in.

Those broken words you wrote say something
about all the hope I left behind.
All of the dreams we could have lived for.
and all of the places that we left die.

Your words are home,
Your words are my home,
but now that our time has come to go,
your story's a love I'll never know.
With the red in your pen,
tell me how it will end.
Tell me a story.

Watching you fade in the backseat window,
the paperback drifting through your eyes.
The heart beat that echos for a moment,
the silence creates our last goodbyes.

Across the sky the color purple,
pressing it's wind against my lips.
The cold of the rain falls slowly slanting,
reminding me where the pieces fit.

Your words are home,
Your words are my home,
but now that our time has come to go,
your story's a love I'll never know.
With the red in your pen,
tell me how it will end.

Tell me a story.
Just Tell me a story.
Tell me a story.
Of how it will end.

With the red in your pen,
tell me how it will end.
Tell me a story.
Author me in.