Self-inflict, inner conflict,
You have yourself to blame.
No sense in looking to
Someone else when
You can’t even look
At me,
Almost like you’re
Ashamed.
Was it something
I said?
Did I go too far,
Or did I tear us
Apart a little more?
When the world
Isn’t easy, we both
Try to avoid and hide
And argue
Who is right.
There’s no space
For resolution
Or compromise.
So we dance,
One more time,
And pretend nothing
Ever changes
And remains the same.
So continue to avoid
Looking me in the eyes
And take my hand.
There’s no compromise
Without a little pain
Time and time again.
So let’s dance and
Tip-toe on thin wire
And let our hearts
Set on fire
One last time.