There's More That Falls Below the Iceberg

Does my head in the guillotine promptly paint me guilty? My last meal, a full plate of your golden excuses But any attention means so much to me We’re going in circles, But feel free to say your mistakes first this time around, before we hault Your favorite song is playing on our broken record player And it's called "it's all my fault" You were a dreamland but the nightmares were my forgotten regrets and my fakest friends We're the empty papers in an angry author’s fist, Subject to crumbling And I wallowed in the lakes that were calm when the world refused to be But I guarded myself as I waited for something That never came And so you watched as I swallowed this pill for undoubtedly nothing I threw a lifebuoy to my anchor and watched it sink deeper Oversharing is the new smoking My attention span, wearing thinner than a quarter Wouldn’t you like to know how I got caught? A dime thrown to show how accurate this prognosis was And a shared penny for my afterthoughts Our situationship was a hard pill to swallow And I caught myself flailing in a lake, too shallow She heard "initiation" But there was never an invitation And she has the cogitation But romanticizes the antithesis of a mask, not for imitation Was this your way of conveying devotion? Did you shatter the glass that was shielding this illusion? You have so much resistance you could start a revolution But the ashes aren't what's stopping you from setting ablaze your haunted mind of cobwebs and tombs And being a burden is the new smoking You inhaled it, but it didn’t burn as long as your torch of false personas did And I know the ashes aren’t what’s stopping you From lighting my memorial candle so soon Sprinting away from your homelife, Tripping over every stone set without permission And I thought you had prevailed over that fear But you fell and exposed your achilles heel Your conscience wasn’t developed enough through the camera reel To see that you laid the blade right in your demon’s hands And you shot the flare, and now they know you’re weakened there I don’t know if you’re strong enough to fuel this A double edged sword of smiles and small fires Disaster strikes on your drowning empire A mind for mirrors, you must be replicating Atlantis I reintroduced this mess into something But it left my feet dragging into the ending, So I swallowed this pill for nothing And the ashes aren’t what’s stopping you from playing with matches But we still have each other along with our bandaids cut out in the middle That I pretend are healing patches A bouquet of roses, black and charred, Smothering our love rations But you have to make peace with inhaling smoke If you wanna blow this place to ashes Extinguish and distinguish what’s really stopping you