This silent choice you've made Is hung in the shape of a willow tree Branches intertwining around my bruising flesh Twisting and churning into a leafy cage from you to me Yes I've noticed it
And I scream out to try and get your attention again To try and get you to look into my eyes like you once did My 3 a.m. bloodshot eyes Which drive you further away with every thin line of red across their glassy surface But in daylight well disguised Dressed up in paper jokes and drawn on smiles That burn my flesh to put on and take off
And What kind of melodrama is this? This dull story Perhaps any excuse to not be happy will do me You amongst many the piece to my puzzle Or maybe this is simply a poignant reminder of the time we have lost together