My hands they do not touch you
though they're longing to comb through your hair.
My voice rings off into the distance
and you may hear it but you're not there.
My spirit she scales by slowly
treading in places there's relation.
Like the night she's mild
though a complicated constellation.

The side I never knew...
Entirely, was you.
Trading in the confusion you feed.
Completely new animal. Completely new breed.
Rearranged by the constant of a ghost.
A stranger who found his body a host.
Whose touch is something to beware.
For a selfish serpent has no care.
Whose mind was washed by others opinion.
Secluding himself to a backwards companion.
Drenched to the bone by poor decision.
Consuming oxygen's way of revision.
Welcoming an uncomfortable thought.
Before one's born, a casket is bought.

I still dream about you.
It's a place we still talk and know one another.
A place where your hand still finds the small of my back,
even in subtle conversation.
I haven't forgotten the depth of your heart or the beauty of your soul.
Though I'm quite certain you'd never find yourself here,
it's still as if you never left.

I cannot stop burning bridges
Watching them burn makes me feel safe
from you and me, ever crossing paths again

I cannot stop building walls
Putting them up so high
So you can't ever climb up
and I can't ever climb down

I cannot stop trying to destroy this love
But I can't ever succeed
unless you destroy yours

So in the end, we're both alone
and everything is fair

But nothing is fair in war and love
and one of us is sure to end up
with more than just a broken heart

I never say no to you
and you never say yes to me
Did I give up on you?
Did you give up on me?
Does it matter who gave up on who?

Both of us are just victims of our own jokes
Our hands on each other's throats
Gasping for air
Reviving the love that wasn't even there