I've been thinking a lot about

When the furnace goes

It's the absence of heat that hurts more than the cold

And I got caught in the irony of walking alone

Down an entire block that's just funeral homes

And the ground below

I watched parts of you dissolve

Turn to ash and then get carried up

I watched your memory fade

Shadows burned into the wall

And no, I felt my lungs turn into atom bombs

Choke on the Florida heat until the oxygen's gone

Or an empty room

Or the twelve-bar blues

Or a light in June

You were the decades on my feet

I was under purple blankets

And it was always going to end

You were the false rain that falls

From a window AC unit

And it was always going to end like this