I threw all my pride into a hornet's nest while you were asleep
Amid all the drums, feigning to celebrate some kind of end to the world

Me and my memory, we wear each other out staying up late
And tearing the tags from all of those bright ideas I'd like to believe were my own

But casting my words, florid and overgrown, in place of myself
I kicked in the door and lost all your sympathy, I guess that's the way that it goes

But sometimes we climb aimless as vines
Just to see what we've missed
As if this half empty house
Could fill with the sounds
Of the places we've been

We measured our love over a yawning grave, it wasn't quite fair
But that was the day that you most resembled me: stoic and fearful

If age draws us apart, I hope that we'd both pretend, just for a while
'Cause all of those lies could add up to honesty and save us a whole lot of time

But sometimes we starve
Just to get far from a suitable truth
As if each piece of our souls
Could flower, then fold
And become something new

But you didn't even try

Lyrics submitted by calisunshinelove, edited by SephNite

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