If things worked out, I would've given you the world.
I stood there as my stomach curled
Sinking in reasons I'll never hear,
Drowning in a future that was never clear
I asked you not once, but one too many times
In all of those, you vaguely assured while shifting tides
I would've asked for more, and I didn't.
But you gave me a little too much to forget that we shouldn't.
Now I'm left with pieces of you in every turn
Like you wanted to be there til nothing's left to burn
You were a tide of joy that's waiting to fret
Now you're a wave of disappointment I don't think I regret
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 6:22 PM UTC
If things worked out, I would've given you the world.
I stood there as my stomach curled
Sinking in reasons I'll never hear,
Drowning in a future that was never clear
I asked you not once, but one too many times
In all of those, you vaguely assured while shifting tides
I would've asked for more, and I didn't.
But you gave me a little too much to forget that we shouldn't.
Now I'm left with pieces of you in every turn
Like you wanted to be there til nothing's left to burn
You were a tide of joy that's waiting to fret
Now you're a wave of disappointment I don't think I regret
—hm
