Even now in the cold, I count on the days your eyes are a little bit more forgiving

Even now in the cold, I wait for you, and I know I should bury my sword already but I can't

I count down the days for something to happen, for anything to happen, I miss the myths you used to tell me
There are nights when the air grows stiff with silence, and even then my heart hurts half empty
and my knees still sometimes quiver at the sight of you and I know now that I should bury my sword deep into the ground, it has lost almost all its glory and I am tired of feeling heavy with it.
My mouth grows bitter thinking how you used to touch me like that, how you used to look at me like that and I feel like burning the pages of a book I've been written out of.
You are happy now, and you are without me.
And I have been trying keep my head up, I have been trying to not let my thoughts become daggers

**I do not wait for you anymore for your eyes have never even flickered forgiveness, your eyes have only reflected criticism.
I do not miss the lies you told me, or your burning tongue

The snow shimmers in the night, and the moon kisses my driveway endlessly, I have slept without interruption.
My fist grows red hot at the sight of you, it craves connection with your jaw.
I wrote you out of all my favorite lyrics, I am not bitter, I am honest
I am happy now, and you are without me.