cutting Ties
Between the words you say
And the things you do
The way things were
And how they are right now
I could never accept
I will never let go
Not the memories
Or the possibility of you
Under deafening silence
That drove a canyon between you and I
Sometimes it’s easier just to bow out all at once
Then to keep things the way they were
Grinding your teeth and pretending while praying
For this what ever it is or was, to die
I’m supposed to wish you well
Because that’s what grown folk do
Yeah I’m happier than hell because
Somebody that isn’t me is spending time with you
I’m exhausted trying to understand
And color within the lines
You’re erratic
I’m problematic
But can we try one more time
And the things you do
The way things were
And how they are right now
I could never accept
I will never let go
Not the memories
Or the possibility of you
Under deafening silence
That drove a canyon between you and I
Sometimes it’s easier just to bow out all at once
Then to keep things the way they were
Grinding your teeth and pretending while praying
For this what ever it is or was, to die
I’m supposed to wish you well
Because that’s what grown folk do
Yeah I’m happier than hell because
Somebody that isn’t me is spending time with you
I’m exhausted trying to understand
And color within the lines
You’re erratic
I’m problematic
But can we try one more time