You still cross my mind from time to time and I mostly smile.
Still so set on finding out where we went wrong and why, so I retrace our every step with an unsure pen.
Trying to figure out what my head thinks but my head just ain’t what it used to be; and then again, what’s the point anyway?
I still remember how we held so strong to this. Though we had never really settled on a way out, I still remember the silence and how we’d always find a way to turn and run to our mistakes.
I still remember how it all came back together, just to fall apart again.
My dear, I hear your voice in mine.
I breathed your name into the air, I etched your name into me, I felt my anger swelling, I swam into its sea.
I held your name inside my heart, but it got buried in my fear.
It tore the wiring of my brain, I did my best to keep it clear
So dear, no matter how we part, I hold you sweetly in my head.
And if I do not miss a part of you, a part of me is dead.
If I can’t love you as a lover, I will love you as a friend.
And I will lay a bed before you, keep you safe until the end.
I know that someday you’ll be sleeping darling, likely dreaming off the pain. I hope you’ll hear me in the streetlight’s humming, softly breathing out your name.I know that even with the seams stitched tightly darling, scars will remain.
I say we scrape them from each other darling, and let them wash off in the rain. And when they run into the river, oh no, let the water not complain.I swear that even with the distance, slowly wearing at your name,Your hands still catch the light the right way and our hearts still beat the same.