It’s your love, walk through the door
It’s hello, it’s goodbye,
It’s every word we use to deny
“But it’s never good enough,
To break through the men who aren’t tough”
And the glasses you break,
The martyrs who’s death we’d all fake
It’s the sound, coming out from the stereo now
It’s the chalk lines, fine shells that define his last times,
It’s the way the old air feels in Cincinnati,
It’s the way you said you wanted to just come and marry me;
To break through the lies that you promise are the truth
“But you never wanted forever”,
You never knew it was the way of the world
We never knew it was anything but far from the truth
It’s the way you smell, in the pile of the shit,
Like nothing around you is wasted,
Like nothing around you is worth the fight
In the pile you stacked, the way you say it could never become anything to anyone but you;
It’s the way, you’ve got to go
It’s the way, the cold water above you
The way the world is spinning as you’re sinking, the chains won’t let go, the concrete takes hold as you’re sinking below
As you’re sinking below
It’s the way you told me you loved the way it felt to be alone,
Well never will you know what it feels like to be saved again,
It’s the way you said the water filled up my lungs as I was drowning, pulled down
I’m being pulled down,
You break through the city lines,
The city nights,
The livid tires on lucid lines on asphalt pyres,
You break through me
It’s the way you ease yourself of the pain,
The guilt you trip on, you slip on,
You missed on everything you shot at,
The only ones left to make things right
The only ones you left right behind
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