Broken Charm

I almost wrecked
Racing down Beardsley
To catch you in another lie

I found you on the West Side
Your lips were heavier with gin again
He took the call
Found out his dad had passed
From a fucking heart attack
So you offered comfort from your back

I felt your laughter running down his neck
I found your fingers tracing up his arm
You're not sorry you just want me back
I can't feel you through this broken charm

I fear I know what will happen
Our strings pull tight and then they snap into place
Our edges cast a painful pattern
I cut my fingers on your shattered remains

Not even a tan line on my finger
Yours had an anchor and it's weighing you down
I hate my naked knuckle
While you're asleep at a motel, not coming home again
I guess he was more than "friends"

I felt your laughter running down his neck
I found your fingers tracing up his arm
You're not sorry you just want me back
I can't feel you through this broken charm

I showed you this song the day of our friends' wedding
After you kicked in my front door
You said my perspective was wrong
But for the past four years
You never thought your fears would come up
But they did and it haunts me