I never wanted this distance
This distance between myself and the rest of the world
Unanswered voicemails the cursor hangs anxiously
Waiting for words that never come
Pages filled with scraps of life imagined
Reconstructed like the act at a murder scene
I don't want the baggage of things that are left unsaid
Somewhere in between we've lost ourselves
Keep our cards close it's how we wear our lies
Together but we are alone
Bridge of memories that ends in death
cycling like cover flow
Why are we trapped where only shadows fall?
How do we belong?
Punching holes in myself when there's no holes left to cut
and regret does not absolve
Choked up, bled out, waiting for tears, will they come?
Further our hearts, our rendered voice across the world
Still the tears won't come, even now