Let Go

You left your coat on my chair,
Like you might come back
Two shoes by the door
And a matchbook in my lap
I keep your name in my mouth
Like a cut
I won't close
Every room still leans
When the old wind blows
So say it straight,
Do you mean goodbye?
I can take the hit
If you look me in the eye
My hands are shaking
I won't fall
I got fire in my ribs
And a throat full of gold
Don't let go
Oh, not yet
Not yet
Not yet
Don't let go
Oh, not yet
I'm not done yet
We burn so bright
That we bite back hard