The sound of shattering reverberates across the room, the only evidence of our crime,
And we’re running, stooped over, picking up each precious piece,
Each red, splintered piece of our broken hearts.
And we’re taking our time,
Torturing ourselves with the pain our stalling has wrought upon us,
But at least we’re suffering together.
Biting words and narrowed eyes paired with the dangerous taste for the dramatic,
And I’m begging you to let me down, because I’m going to get up for this one.
You’re getting my hopes up and I know this is dangerous,
Our situation is so problematic,
And these shattered pieces of our hearts are taking vengeance on our fragile palms,
This is a recipe for disaster.
With your outspread arms and this sickening spinning, I’m collapsing all over for you,
So give me something to hold onto because I’m not sure how much I can take.
Surrender yourself to the catastrophe that we’ve created because it’s beautiful,
But what are we going to do?
We’re falling harder and faster and you haven’t prepared yourself for the landing,
And I’m in no position to help.
My simple words and your lonely nights spent thinking too much turned us to dust,
You created a perfect breeding ground for your own jealousy,
And maybe I should apologize for bringing the fuel but I’m paying the price.
Paying the price with the blue pieces of your broken trust,
And the broken, green pieces of your jealousy, both cutting into my skin,
But I know just how to tear you down.
And we’re running, stooped over, picking up each precious piece,
Each red, splintered piece of our broken hearts.
And we’re taking our time,
Torturing ourselves with the pain our stalling has wrought upon us,
But at least we’re suffering together.
Biting words and narrowed eyes paired with the dangerous taste for the dramatic,
And I’m begging you to let me down, because I’m going to get up for this one.
You’re getting my hopes up and I know this is dangerous,
Our situation is so problematic,
And these shattered pieces of our hearts are taking vengeance on our fragile palms,
This is a recipe for disaster.
With your outspread arms and this sickening spinning, I’m collapsing all over for you,
So give me something to hold onto because I’m not sure how much I can take.
Surrender yourself to the catastrophe that we’ve created because it’s beautiful,
But what are we going to do?
We’re falling harder and faster and you haven’t prepared yourself for the landing,
And I’m in no position to help.
My simple words and your lonely nights spent thinking too much turned us to dust,
You created a perfect breeding ground for your own jealousy,
And maybe I should apologize for bringing the fuel but I’m paying the price.
Paying the price with the blue pieces of your broken trust,
And the broken, green pieces of your jealousy, both cutting into my skin,
But I know just how to tear you down.
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