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 and so be healed 
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