
Date of issue: 22.09.2016
Song language: English
Mourning |
I birthed breath to grief I couldn’t understand |
That knew only authenticity as my melancholy hands |
Shook beneath the weight of something you had once entrusted me to hold |
In growing old I only long to be consoled |
Instead I have been left as just a vessel for my aches |
A crooked spine that buckled once, but never thought to heal the break |
Now nostalgia comes home once a week, drunk and delusional |
Slurring her speech, she talks about «trying again» |
Slumped heavy on the frame of the door to the room where I wait |
I barely said a word at all, scared to tell you how I felt |
Has my memory decayed? |
I don’t remember falling into love |
And it kills me every day |
I hope I never fucking hear your name again |
Carry me lifeless and afraid, back to our bed |
Truth be told it never felt like we were laid together sleeping |
Only that my broken body had been crushed between your sheets |
Like dead flowers between the pages of a journal you never read anymore |
You just flick through when you’re bored |
The only time you ever call is to remind me of something we never were |
Were we anything at all? |
No heaven without hell beneath, in misery without you and me |
Your memory won’t let me sleep, I never thought I’d be so weak |
Lonely is as lonely was, no more than a memory |
Can’t deny it anymore, our love is dead and buried |
Senseless, I’ve been caring for the house that we called home |
Hell was loving you at all my dear, because now I’m alone |