And Speaking of
This isn't the way we should walk into this
And my SOS signal didn’t seem to bring God into it
Just like shaking people's hands doesn't gift us world peace
And speaking of shaking hands,
You're in a panic,
You’re in shock from seeing this life burn right in front you
You can't heal from this tribulation
Without mastering the tourniquet and succumbing to the stitch
You can't just throw yourself into this
And I have yet to find a clue that we didn't proceed with
Nothing to prove here,
I have the evidence in a hidden file in the back of my mind
Like a written confession that washes up on shore
These words were never meant to be publicized
And you never meant for your lies to be romanticized
But I guess you didn’t know that’s simply what I do best
The bigger they are,
The harder they fall
Just collapse into the bed where every morning, you spawn
Living in your head where we’re already in the dystopian aftermath
But it’s not real! You made this happen
And now I can’t get out of this savior complex
where I’m picking up the pieces
And your fear of mirrors is so strong
I can’t be sure you won’t break them faster than a heart that you remember scarred you
And broken glass is what I feel like sometimes,
Shattered but too dangerous to ignore
and we see ourselves projected everywhere
but we deny it like we’re on trial for murder
And speaking of,
You gave his indepence a one-sided burial
You didn’t even have to dig,
The day you overdosed him with disappointment,
Is the day he lost reception
One day you'll think you were spared and looking down at hell
but soon you’ll realize through the disdain, that it's just a reflection
And the opposite of addiction is connection
Soon they’ll understand that stain on the floor isn’t wine
Please rip off the mask
And tell me that's not the only thing I mean to you
And there’s so much distance
I didn’t realize you broke the snowglobe I forced us in
And I overheard you say
Now there's nothing besides lying to do
so go ahead and send your best attempts at sympathy
Through the cup on the wall you run your voice through
You never call when you need help
Only three hours after the ambulance arrives
And these rewirings have due dates
And I never close the connection on time
Where are you running with such a clouded mind?
There's nowhere else to go but here
And you know this can't be done without fostering a war crime
There's nowhere else to go but here
It's never too late to shed a tear
But we know this motivations been slandered in the name of fear
Lying is a full time job
Ripping off the skin suit,
I could feel the way my hands were no longer shaking
But lying is a full time job
And I'm racking up these hours like
The line at the DMV
It's not a weapon,
It's delusional versatility
I've got a glove box full of matches
And an adrenaline river waiting to be petty
And I’m pouring the gasoline in a ring around us
So it’s unsafe to be away from me
This isn't our story
I had my moment of glory
but it drowned in this adrenaline river
that I just couldn't get my head over
When will you realize that it wasn’t the cabernet that spilled?
Congratulations!
You found a way to chip at this wall I’ve constructed between us
But don’t mess this up
‘Cause I don’t think you can chip faster than I can build
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