Powder - Bedhead

What was once so real now doesn’t even exist

And now the memories are going, so just the feelings persist

And what thoughts come back I sometimes try to resist

The last of your strength fell apart first in your fist

And I had no idea I had any ideas

Sometimes I think I’ve never thought about anything

It was warm when you held me

When you dropped down beside me

But I saw your face turn to powder in a year

And did it do any good to have anyone tell you

That things weren’t as bad as they had actually become?

And did it make things worse when your hand was held

It was the best for everyone but you