Her: Anytime I let you drive my jeep
you'd hug the curves of the road
my car swayed and you just held my hand tighter
like it was an apology
I could tell by the way you smiled you didn't mean it
I don't think I've ever seen you even mouth the word sorry
you've always cut everything too close
only holding onto hope never substance

I chase things that make me feel alive
the things that make me feel like I might never breath again
that'd why I held onto you so tight
I caressed your face and told you I loved you
you reached into me and took my heart and shook it
till I lost all my grip on everything else
and I guess that's just a metaphor
for why I don't wear a seat belt
for why I can't hold onto anything anymore
now I'll think of the things I've lost because of you and my mouth will turn numb
but never sour
melancholy is only a word to me now

Him: I watched you repetitively break for two years
I held your hand every time the floor fell from underneath you
but you never looked down
you were never scared just used to it I guess
I couldn't sympathize
as much as I wanted to
but I did pull you up every single time
those feelings you'd hide underneath your floorboards never held any weight
words don't work as rafts and it was time you stopped acting like it

Her: whenever I'm with you I can't tell the difference between
the absence of emotion and the silence of the rooms
I know you feel it too
that ashy taste in your throat whenever we're talking
I guess all of our words burnt out
or maybe it's all the cigarettes

Him: drowned in apathetic conversation
we'll smoke a pack and toss the filters out the window
along with all those unsaid words

that last time the floor fell through I didn't reach out
it swallowed us both whole
I let us hit rock bottom because there was nothing else to do
every episode was a rerun and I was tired of not feeling anything
tired of those meaningless words that hung over our heads
it was all just empty space

Her: at the bottom of that pit we picked each others thoughts clean
the waves tasted like tears but I couldn't tell which one of us was crying
you tore a hole in me down there just big enough to crawl in
I closed my mouth so you couldn't leave
continued to swallow my words so they'd reach you eventually

Him: I don't know how much time we lost there
and honestly I don't care
and with that we stood up
I saw "sorry" etched into your forearm
I looked down at my own and read "damaged goods"
I dropped you and I'm the one that broke

I used to ask you why it took so long for you to
come inside when it rained
you said it was because you needed a reason for why everything always looked like it was crying
I finally understand what you meant

since that day in the hole I can't stop reaching into ditches
looking for whatever it was I lost down there
scraping away at the dirt
packing another bowl
checking underneath my fingernails
just one more line
I'm wearing thin
its only 3 shots
maybe I didn't loose anything down there
maybe I keep digging only so I can bury whatever it was I found.