I know we're good. I think I'm fine.
I know you don't like me, the illusion was mine.
We talked like I wanted, and everything was okay,
I know now I'm free, I don't have to play.
The taste of copper still burns on my lips,
the warmth of your arms above my hips.
The fire I held within my hands
felt like holding water in a cup made of sand.
I'm as happy as anyone would be
who lost their love, just trust me.
Waiting for you, for all this time
only open my mouth, it made me blind.
Dark spaces in your room late at night,
your eyes reflecting the pale moonlight,
the heat of our bodies presses so close
that I’ve never felt, nor will I know.
I'm happy that we finally spoke
one on one, no distractions or rope.
My love, my muse, no words can describe
the past three days, the things inside.
Look at my soul, all bloodied and fresh,
how does it feel, knowing you did this?
I regret that, that line, it's only anger, you see,
No words can tell what you've done to me.
We sew the seams, fasten the ends,
but we're not designers, we sew ragged threads.
That's what been spun, it's all we've made.
We need this to work, we need to be saved.