I can hear your voice still echo in my mind
from when you told me everything would be alright
Now there are fingers on your skin from hands that aren't mind
You threw away everything we had and you took your time
Can you feel the ocean take away your breath
as water drowns the pain inside your chest?
Your body flipping in the crashing waves:
It's oh so horrific but it keeps me sane
Does it hurt knowing that you left me here
with nothing but a pocket full of matches
and time to burn to ashes all our memories?
Do you remember when you told me this would help?
As far as I can tell you only really helped yourself
The grudges I hold are just for me so when we're looking at each other you won't know what I see.
A forked tongue makes it hard to tell the truth apparently.
Could you have done this eighteen months ago?
I guess we'll never know.
But I don't think so.