Those That I'm Survived By

Do you know how much that I love you? Cos I do, but I can't recall when I last let you know Around the fire in my throat, with each despair that I'm verbose My reticence has found a home What benefit is eloquence if I can't call And tell my friends that I love them When that's what they need to hear? What benefit is eloquence if I can't call And tell my friends that I love them? Cos I love them When it matters most I don't feel like I'm present I can understand your pain but still I'm sorry if you feel like I'm not around I swear I try to be but I'm sorry if you feel like I'm not around It hurts in ways I can't explain What benefit is eloquence If I can't call and tell my friends that I love them When that's what they need to hear? Coveted verbosity is without worth if I'm replete With nothing more than shame when I should be imbued with rage I pray that the impression that I've made upon the Earth Will be suffice to eulogize when I'm no longer here But if it's not, my only hope is that those that I'm survived by Know that I've always loved them more than I've been able to show What benefit is eloquence If I can't call and tell my friends that I love them When that's what they need to hear? What benefit is eloquence If I can't call and tell my friends that I love them