Grace Days

There are days now where I don't think of you
Then word reaches me that you're not taking care of yourself
And what am I supposed to do with that?
But I don't reach out because I don't know how to
And that's something I've got to live with

Well I've burned my grace days, the people I have left
They either can't or simply won't relate
It's not like I'm trying all that hard to connect
Easily flustered as I pray to forget
Spending each New Year in regional airports
Weighing the import of checking in on friends
As I struggle to reckon with the realization
That I've got next to nothing to show for all these years

Except a stutter, a shiver, my parents and my sisters
The faintest recollections of a town beside a river

Well I've burned my grace days
And that's something I've got to live with