Echoes

I knew that place best in the dark
From sleepless nights spent at your side yet apart
The way the streetlight filtered through the window shades
I could trace it with my fingers across your shoulder blades
If only I could find a way to reach out
If only I could find a way to speak

How did we
How did we become echoes of ourselves?
We built this house before I burned it down
And now I'm struck silent, just listening for the sound
Of words in empty rooms
Ringing out and out and out and out

I turned toward the wall
You ask if I ever loved you at all
I did until I loved the idea of you more
And the narrative we wrote to make it feel like we're still living
Was built on a foundation no longer so forgiving
If only I could find a way to reach out
But I can only find a way to leave

This is not what I wanted
But now this house is haunted
(Echoes of the words that I have spoken and all the vows that I have broken)
This is not what I wanted



Credits
Writer(s): Anne Mansfield
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