How The Story Ends

You sent me pictures of your neck
How did you want me to react?
Oh, did you want me to respond?
Look, we can sleep anyway you want
With my arms around your arms
Or I can sleep out in the car

I got hung up on the wrong hook
I'm tired of knocking wood
And not getting let in
Your eyes are two deep pools of mud
Maybe I got stuck
Baby I got stuck

My arms are tired, my throat is sore
You're the only soldier fighting in this war
And I'm the fool still cheering you on
The poems on the pages that you skipped
They're just meaningless winglessness
Forget that they exist

Now I'm sure you're keeping score
You're the same trick I keep falling for
The hurricane that hit my heart
I missed the last turn before the interstate
And the right words, but all too late
And you're doing great at moving on

See, hidden in the pages of my notes
Is a letter that I wrote to you, but never sent
And that's how the story ends