I want to be there for you but I can't. I've already poured all of me into your bottomless cup and now I am empty. I'm tilting up my own flask in hopes there's a little me left in its corner. The few drops that remain are low on caring. I wouldn't if I could, there's no more sharing.
Every now and then I find myself feeling that feeling I used to know. That feeling that let's me know all is not lost for us. But as quickly and unexpectedly as it comes it's gone again. Such a fleeting feeling. A painful feeling. A feeling that reminds me of how beautiful we used to be. A feeling that reminds me of how ugly we've become.
And darling we're gruesome right now. This relationship has more than barnacles on the bottom; the hull is leaking from our crash into the rocks. The mast has snapped and the sail is tattered from our windstorm of words. We built this boat together but I stood at the bow and watched you sail us into the storm.
My heart and my mind can finally agree. I've made it to shore. You're still lost at sea.
Every now and then I find myself feeling that feeling I used to know. That feeling that let's me know all is not lost for us. But as quickly and unexpectedly as it comes it's gone again. Such a fleeting feeling. A painful feeling. A feeling that reminds me of how beautiful we used to be. A feeling that reminds me of how ugly we've become.
And darling we're gruesome right now. This relationship has more than barnacles on the bottom; the hull is leaking from our crash into the rocks. The mast has snapped and the sail is tattered from our windstorm of words. We built this boat together but I stood at the bow and watched you sail us into the storm.
My heart and my mind can finally agree. I've made it to shore. You're still lost at sea.