They say we left our marks in the bark of that tree. But according to fate, we were never there
We were never in that park that sparked our flame. We didn’t start the fire and we sure as hell weren’t matches
We were just birds of a Phoenix feather wanting to write a book worth burning
Wanting to be reborn from the ashes like a new leaf turning in a second wind, we were supposed to bend before breaking
Ask before taking, shiver before shaking hands with crossroads demons. We never felt a thing
I’m gonna need a bigger a ship if I want to rip your name from my jaws and loosen this grip on my trachea
But you don’t give in. Especially when you smell blood in the rudders, fanning out the tension with a propeller pen compelled to
right a wrong
Like we were never here, weary from the weight of the lies. To the Victor go the vices and I’m tied down by the anchor in my mind
Afraid to set sail, this pale coast is so close to home I can still hear your voice
The water is inviting and I can’t decline. It’s time I ride out the storm and find a new place to lay my head