i watched it rotating thousands of times
but you wore it so effortlessly
casting shadows while hoping that I shifted pins in your breaking skin
you held the words on the tip of your tongue
a constant with change, a mind rearranged
'if that's what it takes'.
promises are worthless if they're kept in a glass cage
i remember when we first locked eyes
it was dark inside me but you turned on a light
i remember how my focus changed
you seemed clear in a familiar haze
you were a friend from the very first word
i felt adrift now that seems absurd
i could hold you in a trance these days
i took the time to learn you from the look on your face
to the way we embrace, i've a know of your touch
i know what you need when you're emotionally stuck
i know you better than i know myself
its tiring relying on a ghost for help
as we get older does our history change?
who scores the failure? who takes the blame?
do secrets stay whispers forever?
i try to speak with a mouth of leather
(you held the question, luminescent and still
parallels creeping under the cracks in my skin)
i try to speak with a voice unheard
i feel alone in a room full of people
can't forget it with a body of burns
try swimming in a soul so evil
trying laying in a hate filled grave
try scratching at skin deep scars
try sleeping in the bed you made
is honesty an untold art?
i've known since the instant you told me
(if that's what it takes)
that i would let go