How did we get from there to here?
I remember when we weren’t a vale of tears.
And what do we do to rescue this?
I remember when we wanted to take the risk.
If I knew the words to write
I’d scribble them down tonight,
but all these sentences are tangled on our tongues,
with solemn promises still growing in our lungs,
the phrases that we’ve never said.
Things that weigh us down like lead.

When will you finally come around?
I can still recall the fury and the sound
of when it was better not to speak,
back before the signals crossed and went so weak.
But now the silence screams your name.
I’ll point the finger, take the blame,
and you’ll rescind what little feeling you admit,
to break the tension while you’re crucifying it.
And I will not resist the nails,
as every resolution fails.

How do we get from here to there?
I remember when we weren’t about to tear.
And how do write a different tale?
I remember when we weren’t about to fail.
If I knew the words to say,
I’d bottle them for you today.
But still, this sentence is a unfulfilling meal
I take with hemlock to dilute the way it feels.
All these jagged phrases, said
to burn inside my heart like lead.

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