Return to Sender
I've spent this time in the company of all my vices at the mercy of a mind running tired and endless.
When I close my eyes and fall asleep every night these past few weeks I find myself with you again.
Still sharing breaths still holding hands but I wake fast and gasp for air if what's not real is all still there.
Never had an honest answer.
Face the brutal truth.
Found no trace of hope in a wasted you.
You're a wilting flower with dying roots.
Burnt out the candle that went like our faded youth.
Her life is comfortable and grounded by aesthetics.
Shallow as they come in your own shadow of death.
Treading light enough just to save some breath.
Caught in the undertow of your waves I sense the tides are rising slow like your entitlement.
Your heart has changed and dragged me out.
What happened to the love we found or what I defined because I believed the words you wrote and spoke to me.
Never had an honest answer.
Face the brutal truth.
Found no trace of hope in a wasted you.
You're a wilting flower with dying roots.
Burnt out the candle that went like our faded youth.
A white picket fence, yet a lack of substance.
Your empty hands placed hope in circumstance.
When I close my eyes and fall asleep every night these past few weeks I find myself with you again.
Still sharing breaths still holding hands but I wake fast and gasp for air if what's not real is all still there.
Never had an honest answer.
Face the brutal truth.
Found no trace of hope in a wasted you.
You're a wilting flower with dying roots.
Burnt out the candle that went like our faded youth.
Her life is comfortable and grounded by aesthetics.
Shallow as they come in your own shadow of death.
Treading light enough just to save some breath.
Caught in the undertow of your waves I sense the tides are rising slow like your entitlement.
Your heart has changed and dragged me out.
What happened to the love we found or what I defined because I believed the words you wrote and spoke to me.
Never had an honest answer.
Face the brutal truth.
Found no trace of hope in a wasted you.
You're a wilting flower with dying roots.
Burnt out the candle that went like our faded youth.
A white picket fence, yet a lack of substance.
Your empty hands placed hope in circumstance.
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Writer(s): Harrison Patrick Bormann, Andrew James Bozymowski, Anthony Joseph Demario, Scott Patrick Fisher, Joseph Stephen Mabry
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