Misled

Used to be a sentiment
Pressed my hands into cement
I'll be back in years to come
Compare the growth in my thumbs
Now I'm holding hands with gloves
No skin touching, though there's love
But I wince at how abstract
The word sounds

When I hear it in my head
I think I'm misled
How I gave it to someone
Through the beats of a bass drum
And how I'm apathetic
To how antithetic
My attitude's grown

Can't say that I didn't care
Walked for miles and held your stare
But the warmth in chest I lack
Leads you to want to unpack
Anecdotes I cannot spare
Let winter gloves cut the air
Nothing more but stunted breath
Live a while

And I will think of you
And how I couldn't follow through
Open mouths full of regret
Three words causing the upset
Of how I'm apathetic
To how antithetic
My attitude's grown

And I look at my fingerprints from years ago
Take million glances at the way my palms rounded
Like dinner rolls and the roses you'd keep
From loveless hands wasting the words that you'd say to me
Enough to apologize or is it bad timing
Though void of all passion my burden is climbing, and I
Can help but say I think I'm misled
Think I'm misled