Coming back to you is the cruelest thing I can do.
Maybe I'm not hoping you'll let me—
I'm begging you to stop me.
It's a car crash, and I'm the one driving.

The world is falling apart,
but I would gladly live through an apocalypse
if it was side by side with you

I'd watch the last sunset
journey of the moon
and twinkle of the stars

If I knew you were watching too

The memories feel like walking into spiderwebs
I try to shake them off but I still feel them linger
Beautiful and intricate but broken by my touch
No one thinks about the spiders that get displaced
When we waltz into their invisible silky homes
They'll never weave a web identical to what was lost
I wonder if they sit in their new webs sometimes
Dwelling on the ones they've lost
The same way I'm stuck in the memories
Like I'm caught in the ruins of their losses
And I wish I could feel like the fire in your hearth
But I know I'm the wind that blows it out

Just like the broom that clears the cobwebs

The vicious cycle of losing my job
Then when I finally get one
Blistering my feet from standing
Just to pay rent

Of fighting with my cousin
To make him fight for himself
Of worrying about my sister
Knowing I'll never stop

And when things finally get better
I find myself jailed
In my minds self made dungeons
As if being content is just too much

I was never frustrated with you
It was me
It was the pressure
All the eyes on us
All the hopes and expectations
And as I let those feelings suffocate me
Somewhere along the way I guess
I decided to drown you too

I used to believe in second chances
In lightning hitting the same spot twice
But then I became the one needing it
And I can't imagine someone as clumsy as me
Holding onto something fragile that I already broke once

I could turn you into poetry
But the feelings I have for you
Barely fit into prose