“The Chain” by Ingrid Michaelson

The sky looks pissed

The wind talks back

My bones are shifting in my skin 

And you my love are gone

My room seems wrong

The bed won’t fit

I can not seem to operate 

And you my love are gone

*So glide away on soapy heels

And promise not to promise anymore 

And if you come around again 

Then I will take, then i will take 

The chain from off the door

 

I’ll never say 

I’ll never love

But I dont say a lot of things 

And you my love are gone