I’ve got this click in my mind.
A bit of tragic decline.
It draws me over the line
And I begin to see.
I’ve got this crink in my spine,
As it begins to decide.
Silence births its own lie
And barters my eyes
Everything
That you’ve become
Started from
What I’ve begun.
I can’t save
You from me
Except to tell you
I believe.
Parallax view
Of the things that we do.
I feel so abused
And so do you.
I can’t take anything
Away from what you begin
And I can see inside
That this is where it ends.
Everything
That you’ve become
Started from
What I’ve begun.
I can’t save
You from me
Except to tell you
I believe.
In something else
Beyond our eyes.
In something more
Than scars and lies.
In the empty hand
Of a worthless man.
Perhaps there’s more
That you can find.
I wish that you could see
That I don’t want to be
That thing that traps you with me,
The one that sets me free.
I want to tell you why.
I want to find that lie,
Bury it inside my
Filthy pride, my mine.
Because,
Everything
That you’ve become
Started from
What I’ve begun.
I can’t save
You from me
Except to tell you
I believe.
In something else
Beyond our eyes.
In something more
Than scars and lies.
In the empty hand
Of a worthless man.
Perhaps there’s more
That you can find.