I feel my heartbeat's freezing as she sighs,
but the friction eases me to call upon the surface
when bad news comes crashing in.
And it's the room that pulls me closer to the walls,
because I'm afraid to lose it all
inside this empty growing space that I'd called home,
And I'm sure it feels awkward to tell me the same,
the same you told your friends before.
Before I'll shake your apologies, I scatter and fray,
I feel weak at the things you've said,
because I can tell there's no way they'll get out of my head.
Here's your heart back, bring me our fire,
I'll burn the day; october's here to stay,
So here we sit, the pouring stops.
My eyes are shut, her fingers crossed.
And every inch between us was alright.
Yes, I caught the lie. Step one;
I breathe, step two; 'us' dies, step three;
I leave and feel the end, as if our time was never spent,