No more goodbyes you said as I stared into your eyes in that picture you still prove to be beautiful straight through.

And I can t see myself living another week with you there.

As I ruminate over your face it only penetrates the air that I m living on and my lungs won t take this air so thick with you so here I lay still choking oh so hoping that this town will learn to hold a princess.

So staring through my screen-woven window only then can I realize that burning gases so high can bear your name and look down to let me see a glimpse of what I m missing in Rhode Island.

And broken chairs and attitudes couldn t keep me from you.

If you would ve stayed here who knows but I m not seeing what you re listing and you re not seeing what you re missing.

Remember the glittering cloak of night still hovers close, it s not that far.

This town will learn to hold a princess.