Randomness really...not sure where the topic came from. . But semi inspired by a Brand New song "The boy who blocked his own shot"

I'm not going to complain,
about the smell before rain.
For all that I have claimed
every moment unashamed.

I'm not going to complain,
about being kissed by the rain.
The funeral will soon begin,
is this where you've been?

^I'm growing old,
to have and to hold.
It's all wearing thin,
and you're no longer under my skin.

*I'll be the name to your thousand ships,
I'll be the name forever on your lips.
So shove through the bad,
just move over babe for me.
And I promise to make you less sad.

I've begun to complain,
about the loss and the gain.
Everything I've named,
In turn I've been blamed.

I've started to complain,
that it's all just the same.
They say go back the same way you came,
a safe bet leaves nothing to reclaim.

^I've grown so old,
and in time become cold.
Your mother she told,
your mother couldn't be consoled.

*I could have been the face to your ships,
I was the last name on your lips.
Babe would you move over please,
I want to leave my heart at ease.
If you hold to what you had,
I promise to make you less sad.

I couldn't complain,
about the sleet and the rain.
Your car, braking in vain
turn over and loosen the pain.

I wish I could complain
I wish I could hold you in disdain,
for everything that you became.
You are now nothing but a name.