Those words are like a switchblade
With a steel knife

You stuck in my jugular
And ripped straight through my windpipe

Still.
I cannot make you feel.

Still.
I cannot make you real.

And as I sit in the silence and stare
It seems I no longer feel you there
And I know that you’ll never care

But I can’t keep lying...

I give you my trust
That belongs to so few
So old, it's covered in rust
It's been years since it grew

My trust has grown tough
Having been broken too many times
It's calluses are rough
Rougher than the skin of limes

I am trusting you
Please be careful with me
Promise you'll be true
I break very easily

I love you
That's a fact
Truer than true
It's not an act

So take my trust
Treat it with care
Lest it be dust
Crushed out of despair

..Returned me to my religion..
..Helped clear up my vision..

Now I pray God damns our bad decisions

I pray that God damns the desperation

That bled through our story
And stained our pages..