And if the world should quake

And if the boughs would bend

And if the hearts would break


I'm coming back for you.

Identity, of what some of us lack, which some of us get swallowed up by. The feeling of your words, the nuances of your tone, the emotive language of your being. We're caught up in different covers, the beds we left unfulfilled, glasses left half-empty with patchwork flesh bound with less-than reliable memories. Fog clouds our vision in the mirror, bodies that feel foreign, as if the skin's innards are someone, or something else's.

If living is literally Hell

And agony accompanies my every step

I'm glad even if you aren't.


I'm here once more with you.

What else could I ask for?

Subside, O hunger of mine.

Satisfy thyself of cravings,

So we might co-exist just yet.


Play our tunes so fires might just extinguish,

Instead of being set alight once more.

We're in love with the things we can't see,

Searching for meaning in the silent groves,

Dreading the day we have to face ourselves,

In mirrors glazed with old reflections,

Of how we used to be.

The ache of always looking for someone to complete you.

When you know you're not all that whole yourself

<Twang> ; went your yearning, the strings of your soul.

Til when, does your heart have to wait?

And if takes a lifetime to hold peace,

And if you teach me what it feels like to be home once more,


I'm happy with what we have.