From A Silver Till

With your new capricious home to keep you company
You're drifting from my sight
You were caught in the gears
So you bought into all of what you once feared
We left our jobs and turned to carving porcelain
Built a faucet, that was all
But you brought it back with you
To remind you that there's hope in what you can't do
I swore I saw the Virgin glimmer in the ground
Through the gypsum underneath
So I dug through the beds
And wore away my fingers in the process
Could you see I was a forgery?
Is that why you strained me out
And put the good parts in the ground?
And every empty honor
That I clung to as my own
Was calling you its home
I just want to be your home
But all the conflagrations
That argued us to sleep
Were somehow not as steep
As what you wanted us to be
When all our stonewashed anger left us in that car
The temperature changed
And we could not relate
So we traded for a sadness we could translate
You were named after a shipwreck
And that's all you ever knew
But the same old wind that left you cold
Was leaving me, too
I've been breaking into foundries
In the middle of the night
Just to see if I could build something
To keep you upright
I was telling lies to give myself a little time
And you were calling through the cracks that I was right.
Must have been something that you said
That put that vision in my head
But now I'm coming home to all my new regrets