I think I’ve wronged you think you’ve wronged me
We’ve both apologized many times many ways
But still the chill of guilt won’t set us free.

Your eyes glisten; say you act selfishly
Mine plead, yours can’t bear to meet my gaze
I think I’ve wronged you think you’ve wronged me.

If we could just connect then we might see
That friendship yet lives within this haze
But still the chill of guilt won’t set us free.

And now that our hearts beat separately
While we act on different shores, in different plays
I think I’ve wronged you think you’ve wronged me.

And worse we both know the tragedy
That that’s how caring for each other pays
But still the chill of guilt won’t set us free.

Laugh we cannot friends we cannot be
When chained by grey regret from yesterdays
I think I’ve wronged you think you’ve wronged me
And still the chill of guilt won’t set us free

With each falling key
the problems become more yours
and you become more me.
I paid the debts of the past
with interest,
but those of now
Are yours somehow...
(I'm sorry to hand you this mess btw).

So your whole inheritence
will have to be experience
And it's not going to be perfect
And you're going to wish I could read
the rant of a manifesto you write to me.
But that won't happen.
I'll be history

Because with each falling key
the problem becomes more yours
and you become more me
I presently lose agency
that's the reality
Of time.

I fixed all I could with mine.
Do what you can with yours.