I have my aim
But I'm scared to death I will miss
I have you now
But will tomorrow hold that certainty
You realized the crap out of me
But you still chose to empty my gun of its bullets
The trigger is yours to pull
But you decided to pull me closer

Haven't they told you to stay away from me?
I guess what you heard was “Save the sinner.”
I was not made for anyone to love but you did
These hands were not made to hold but I learned to grip
To hold on and now I’m letting go

Once I'm gone, will you write about me
Will you write about our almosts
Our firsts and especially our lasts
Maybe if you do, my heart will rest in peace
Knowing I have left fingerprints in between your ribs
Yours are in every bit of my being

How can this world be that cruel
Use all its forces to put something together so perfect
and use up all that is left to claw it all down to grains
I know this because I see them slipping in between my fingers
I will never understand
I thought I understood it
That I could grasp it
But I didn't, not really
These are words I wish that I could etch upon my skin
But unfortunately, I already know
that I would just run out of space

I want to destroy everything we've built
and drown in its ruins
Inhale what is left and keep it inside my chest
My burnt lungs will hold your words
I will look at our mistakes, our undoing
Our slow submersion in everything we hoped we’d see stay
Maybe then I will see something beautiful in death
We lost
We did, right?