I don't even know what to feel anymore
I've slammed it closed, my open door
But I don't want to fill that void
I guess it's best that I'd just avoid
Every feeling I've ever felt.

Thinking of you as my savior, my hero.
Making it true is dividing by zero.

Error.

Words in different patterns
In different shapes and forms
I can't put them together
As they join in massive swarms

Letters and symbols and spaces
That bring worries and fears and doubt
How do I put them together
How do they come out?

"I'm sorry for being a *****" said I,
A merciful hope and a terrible cry.

A terrible cry, a horrible plead
Wishing that you would concede

It's blatantly not my fault
That you're the one with words of salt

Salt that burns and sizzles and scalds
With the burden that I've hauled

I just wanted you to say
Anything else but "it's okay"

There's strength in simplicity
Pain in duplicity
Terror in this city
That burns to the ground

There's power in numbers
Of trees burning, lumber
A lion in his slumber still knows how to growl.

Paint the words of your symphonies and sorrows
And hide them beneath your dreaded tomorrows
For tomorrow never comes.