the sun is sinking low again
the reeds sway gently in the wind
hoping to find my way back to
the in-between i thought i knew
the nowhere of an almost truth

picture perfect, but at what cost?
picture it now, all we’ve lost
bit your tongue ’til you couldn’t talk

thought it was enough for you
thought that somehow you’d pull through
but you were never quite the same
never quite came back all the way
easier to kill than domesticate

your picture, can’t stand it on my wall
your picture, can’t take it no more
it’s sure not easy to remove

i say the things you would’ve said
‘cause you’re not here to say them now
i would stay later if i could
i gotta go; at least, i know i should
on cue the world shakes apart

your picture is printed on my soul
scripture unholy and unwhole
tradition demands a sacrifice

picture perfect, but at what cost?
picture it now, all we’ve lost
bit your tongue ’til you couldn’t talk
’til you couldn’t talk