I told myself you may have loved him
but only out of spite
and that I hide behind your eyelids
when he's turning out the lights

'suppose none of it matters
and who cares if i'm desired?
turns out brain and heart
have always been hard-wired

tired of the evening
even more so of the night
exhausted from the tears
all the wrongs i could not right

I put my heart
into a box with walls oh-so-paper thin
the day was to be our last
the last time that I touched your skin

And the day before that
you had just called me your next of kin
and so I kept fighting for you in battles
for a ring that I could not win

So I hope it burns through your fingers
and fits like a shoe that is too small
because the ring that you wear  
will never answer to your heart’s call

I raged but I sang
to the moons I thought that we shared
but it was through the haze of the clouds
I could not show you I cared  

And if I could sing you a lullaby
that would make everything right
I’d make a lasso with our wrongs
and I’d pull the moon in tight

Dress me in purple.
In violet.
In pink.

Say that I am Abused.
Used.
Even wrongfully accused.

Tell me I’m evil.
Damaged.
A freak.

But the best parts of you
only exist in the words that I speak.

Our love lost it’s meaning
like the clouds had lost their thunder  
and I no longer served a purpose
because I had long lost my wonder

Although I planted a thousand stars  
into the shadows of your head
you’ve never saw the beauty
in any of the words that I’ve said