I feel like fanning flames and falling apart. Like, playing hours and hours of the saddest songs. Because life is an unfinished lyric, and nothing makes sense anymore.
It's drawing conclusions from empty wells and pretending to see that this love story holds any hope for you and me. When all that's left are empty holes and unfilled depths, because you can't fill me in and I can't fix this mess.
And looking back is like sitting on our hands and feeling we've struck gold. When all we're really doing is staring at the dead end of a gravel road.