you run your fingers along my fault lines
and watch everything crumble to pieces,
unaware that we're both in a dangerous place
as the world falls down around us.

everyone says that habits hold you back,
but i think i liked you better that way.
it was easier when you had something
to keep your ego from overtaking
everything.

i've bitten my tongue so much
that it bleeds because it stops me from talking,
helps to keep the peace.
it stains my lips red as a reminder
that your words can start wars,
hurting those around you and
leaving destruction in their wake.
for what is the worth of the blood of one
when it has saved the lives of many?

i'm so cold i can make your blood boil.

i'd tell you to leave
but then i'd have no one left to stay

i like that you're a fighter
cause i get the feeling
you'll be beating something else up tonight

the good days burn out like matches.
sparking sleepless nights and bad dreams.
the force of trying to start it again isn't
worth the ephemerality of its effect.
you never should've played with fire.
it's (i'm) nearly impossible to put out
once i'm started

but really,
you've just never seen me not in love
with you.

you're walking on the edge even though you can't really walk.
i'm walking the line but i know we can't talk.
i just wish we could bury this before your casket.

you slipped through my fingers like sand
but my hands weren't anywhere near you
i was on a totally different planet
you on the other side of the world
suddenly you weren't the only one not feeling so good