G2c

I've lived all my life with telephone wires crisscrossing through my vision
With spider's web of missed connections printed on my eyes
In my dreams I see a version of me still holding on to something
Like fish in a school or a drop in a pool, still clinging to another

Is it Mary or Andromache, the patron saint of sorrows?
The footfall in the hall that won't come back
Will you teach me how to hold to what I have been given?
Will you protect my lover on the road?

Nothing's as it seems and the fragilest things always last the longest
Kept to myself like a book on a shelf, I can stay like this for days
Keep me in mind, even some of the time when you're chasing after nothing
I'll still be here on the first of the year, still thinking of the last

Is it Mary or Andromache, the patron saint of sorrows?
The things that once were there and now are gone
Will you teach me how to love the people I've been given?
Will you protect my lover on the road?



Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Hare
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