–you’ve been holding your breath for too long
accept the feeling
accept the loss of control
it’s not yours to worry about anymore
no more wondering
no more banging and scratching on the door
let go of the handle
turn around and see what you’ve been missing out
you see? you’ve made it to a new place now and you can finally rest,
turn away from that door, take a look around
this is it, this is your new home,
this is closure
I pray that I’m wrong about you
always prayin I’m wrong about you
every time I left
and every time I came back
Every time you come back around
I think maybe I was wrong
but then you shed a light on the truth that I hate
I don’t want to wait
I don’t want to wait
but here I am still waiting
waiting/hoping/begging to be wrong
So now you have a nack for making people feel alone. With your selfishness and self righteousness and your dying need to sit upon your empty throne. While the booze fills your belly and the drugs fill your blood. While the sadness fills your soul and you keep wanting something more. You sit everyone down. A crowd to watch you fade away and fizzle out
So it was always her. And I was always right. Right in the worst way. When you want so badly to be wrong. Guess I was always a rebound or a stepping stone to lead you back home. And your home is her and my home is empty searching for peace within the mess of all this. the mess of the lies and the things we tell ourselves so we can sleep at night. And I still dream of you and play future movies in my head. What a fucking delusion thinking we were meant to be what a fictional story what ironic hypocrisy. Guess love really does make you blind. Guess tonight’s the night I leave you behind.
To turn the sadness and pain into something beautiful
It’s not a coincidence that every time you come around I put myself in a box and keep everyone out
I shut down and hide away.
But it’s only from you that I need to hide.
You’re the monster who always makes me feel small. Makes me doubt myself and build my walls
When I let you in. I keep everyone out.
Start feeling like the monster myself
You are the wickedest form
Disguising yourself as love when it’s only evils you create and fear that you instil
You come near and I shrink
I become small
I become moldable. Allowing you to make me into whatever you see best. Or whatever you make me believe. Whatever you want me to see
The monsters are always the ones you least suspect
But I’ve let you climb into my sheets and into my head. One too many times now. Now I know your layout. I know the roads and paths that make up your map. I know who you are.
I see behind your beautiful brown eyes and into your dark soul