Every step I take seems
further and further away..
Punching me in the chest
and fighting for a reason to be closer..
In my palms was something worth my heart..
gone forever now..
but not completely forced away.
Something perfect but covered in
infinite flaws..
Every blemish like an open wound..
Left to heal or.. in our case..
become infected and end in lost battles.
.. and every battle has it's hero,
it's villian.. and it's accomplices..
running at eachother with swords in hand
and remorse within their hearts.
fighting for, perhaps, a lost cause..
or misconceptions someone else created.
You've lost words, I know..
and it will roam about in your head
for days to come.. maybe even weeks.
But, baby.. did you ever think that
there's hope? .. Some kind of light
at the end of the tunnel.
I'll grope around for months to come..
searching for the light switch to this
sewage tank life I've led..
and we could come together..
Right now everything looks solitary and alone..
a frozen stem with weak petals and
an empty vase to die in..
and I'm still holding on to the steal bars
and breathing life into hopeless convictions.
and I see no glimmer of faith..
No warmth to guide my will..
I'm ok.
Everything is ok..
You know.. I cried last time we spoke..
with every good intention came a tear..
and I tried so hard to stop them...
You know I'm a lost cause..
But you love me still..
and I hope there's something
left between us..
and if theres not.. it's ok.
You're ok.
.We'll make it.
