Walking home, I told you I've been down this road before Broken communication, insecure intimacy; what a toll Emotionally vacant, there was no saving our chemistry This version of the ending's nothing new to me We met one day and in my eyes, I foresaw a flourishing life The heartache burned my silky strings The pain was sharper than a yellow jacket's sting The confirmation in your eyes was colder than a winter's eye My fingertips caressed your face once, it melted my cloudy sky Our political and social morals disrupted our beautiful contortion Like bi-polar seasons, the effort was that of feedback distortion You drowned in your insecurities and blocked any trust in me As the bed we slept in had no portion for me to lie in I smelt smoke from inside; my strings were crying for waves of blue
breakups are unfortunate because for the most part, you don't see them coming to an end. we're so caught up in our rose-colored glasses that the red flags glide right past us until the relationship status changes. communication is so important in keeping a relationship thriving. if you don't have that, then it'll wither away like your favorite flower.