If our love was an ocean then we were stranded at sea
lost, miles from safety, just out of reach.
We fired off all signals and called out in distress,
But we were sailing upon a corpse. A crippled ship. Wrecked.
And when we depended on a shore but a stone’s throw away
you slipped the stone into my pocket and watched
as I drowned beneath the waves.

Lost I lay in my thoughts again, hoping you’d drown,
just so you could call on me to dive in and save you,
to dive in.

Hey, lost in my heart again, behold a clarity,
a clear, unbroken picture of the things that time could not repair,
a perfect tapestry of hopeless despair,
and you’re at the center, you are the cause.
I fight you in my dreams, I find you there in pieces,
And nothing’s as it seems, lessons taught without meaning.

What am I supposed to do when everything I put into you,
was everything I had? Now everything has gone again.
It’s a perfect dark.

Stitched across the flesh the thread of all my flaws connects the scars,
they glow with bitterness and restraint.
Some days are torture, some days are too much.

Wait, now follow me. Wait don’t, follow me.
Hold my hand as I make my descent.
Make my descent.

If I drown, will you dive in?
When I drown will you dive?
I’ve been drowning all along.

It’s the sound of emptiness that has me beat,
the king of a golden empire turning to silver at my feet.
My self-worth depreciates with every echoed whisper,
it wouldn’t change a thing if I told her that I missed her.

I am not wanting of this crown of despair,
it has been a beautiful muse,
but there has to be something more, somewhere.

Written a thousand love songs, that’s a thousand suicide notes I’ve left,
killed myself to commit a paramour to paper, her love I haven't kept.
It’s the thought of that emptiness that haunts me from my sleep,
Will I run out of reasons to stay if I have nothing left to keep?

I am not wanting of this crown of despair,
It has been a beautiful muse,
but there has to be something more, somewhere.

It’s the dream of living that keeps me from defeat.
The belief there’s a place in time and space where again we shall meet.
When the calcified streams flow after years of desolation and decay,
she’ll be waiting in the river to carry me home, to carry me away.

Oh conscience,
this is where we must part.
I promise to keep your damage here in my thrice heavy heart.
Your guidance once illuminated a long and treacherous path
but the destination you had planned for me
has become too distant, far too embedded in the dark.

Oh lover,
I’ve done my best to keep myself,
I can’t believe it’s been this hard.
Because no matter what I say or do,
I’m the only one that gets torn apart.
And I’ve grown tired of these fiends,
vultures scavenging through the carrion heap,
so called friends looking for their fill.
Oh misery, you’re no company to keep.

Oh mother, if you could only see
what this world lost in the throes of avarice has done to me.
it has taken everything I had and erased the lines I drew upon the sand.
and I’ve worn myself thin trying to exist between them,
to find myself again.

Oh conscience,
this is where we must part.
But I promise to keep you, oh burden,
here in my broken, heavy heart.

We’re not so different.
Two hearts under the same cold stars and vacant skies,
I hope a day comes when we look upon them and realize
there’s only distance between us.
We’re only distant, you and I.

Do you cry for me?
Or even remember how it feels?
To lie together in awe, wondering if it was all real.
For me, it’s a distant thought, one that still burns the same
as the moment I took it all in.
I still choke on the sediment that remains.
I still choke.

Do not cry for me.
I’ve already torn myself apart a thousand times,
with enough self-loathing to fill an ocean,
to drown in its indifferent tides.
I still remember how it feels,
I remember every single night  
I could never bring myself to let them go.
Unlike you, they’ve never left my side.

But I do not cry for you.
What’s done is done and what is dead can stay that way.
I could tell you that I wish you were here,
but there’s nothing a wish has ever changed.
I remember how it feels,
and I hope that you would say the same.
Cause I remember, still remember.
And I’ve never been the same.

We’re not so different.
Two hearts under the same cold stars and vacant skies,
I hope a day comes when we look upon them and realize
there’s only distance between us.
We’re only distant, you and I.

No remorse.
This lack of guilt. This lack of regret.
I’ve seen it before. That same look in her eyes.
She will leave me again and I will ask for more.

I don’t know if I’m a glutton for her punishment
or just pavlovian to the pain,
because I still find comfort in all of her beauty
and even in the ugliness she left when she went away.

But I’ve grown tired of her ghost,
and how it rings in our past with the shake of relentless chains,
haunting the space between who I wish to be and who I am today.
I can’t be with her and for the life of me,
I just can’t seem to push her away,
So I resign, lonely in love and hopeful upon this road
that she’ll relieve me of her ghost somewhere along the way

Oh, maelstrom of hatred,
a thousand leagues of the blackest sea,
spiral down from the surface into the arms of the abyss
where you lie in the darkness beneath.
Such dissonance could drown this world.
Will that be your legacy?
Blacked out are your stars, sun and sky
in the name of your ego, ire and misery.

Can’t you see that you’re drifting alone?
In an ocean that runs deep as the veins,
that carry to the lengths of the earth,
these desperate hollow cries for attention
that leave your mouth in vain.

Can’t you see that you’re drifting alone?
In an ocean that runs deep as the veins,
that will carry you to the bowels of the earth,
the only place fitting enough to be your ******* grave.