Addicted to betrayal, but you’re relevant You’re terrified to look down ‘Cause if you dare, you’ll see the glare Of everyone you burned just to get there It’s coming back around
And I was catching my breath Floors of a cabin creaking under my step And I couldn’t be sure I had a feeling so peculiar This pain wouldn’t be for Evermore
And the things that will be lost Oh, can we just get a pause? To be certain we’ll be tall again Whether weather be the frost Or the violence of the dog days I’m on waves, out being tossed Is there a line that I could just go cross?
And when I was shipwrecked (can’t think of all the cost) I thought of you (all the things that will be lost now) In the cracks of light (can we just get a pause?) I dreamed of you (to be certain we’ll be tall again) (If you think of all the costs) It was real enough (whether weather be the frost) To get me through (or the violence of the dog days) (Out on waves being tossed) But I swear (is there a line that we could just go cross?) You were there
You went to a party I heard from everybody You part the crowd like the Red Sea Don’t even get me started Did you get anxious though On the way home? I guess I’ll never, ever know Now that we don’t talk
You grew your hair long You got new icons And from the outside, it looks like you’re trying lives on I miss the old ways You didn’t have to change But I guess I don’t have a say Now that we don’t talk
I call my mom, she said that it was for the best Remind myself the more I gave, you’d want me less I cannot be your friend So I pay the price of what I lost And what it cost Now that we don’t talk
What do you tell your friends, we Shared dinners, long weekends with Truth is I can’t pretend it’s Platonic, it’s just ended
So I call my mom, she said to get it off my chest Remind myself the way you faded ’til I left I cannot be your friend So I pay the price of what I lost And what it cost Now that we don’t talk
I don’t have to pretend I like acid rock Or that I’d like to be on a mega yacht With important men who think important thoughts Guess maybe I am better off Now that we don’t talk And the only way back to my dignity Was to turn into a shrouded mystery Just like I had been when you were chasing me Guess this is how it was to be Now that we don’t talk
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