Semicolon
I was a writer, you were a painter but your brush spoke more words than I could write
I asked what's your secret, I said I could keep it but you said I'd want it gone by tomorrow night
It was no pressure, you were a treasure couldn't get you out of my sight
As I looked over, the scarf on your shoulder revealed a poem no one could ever write
I'm scared for you, that the weight on your back will turn into a dot
When it does, I'll be here, and I will try to be your rock
And when you told me the whole story, I felt like my soul had been stolen
Then you showed me, the bold ink in the shape of a semicolon
You were just perfect, I wasn't worth it but you gave me your time anyway
Told me I was just fine, I told you don't lie, didn't think I had any heart left to break
Told me your reasons, I couldn't keep it in, didn't know who to call
Told you I was sad too, you showed me your tattoo then I realised I hadn't quite lost it all
Yet
I'm scared for you, that the weight on your back will turn into a dot
When it does, I'll be here, and I will try to be your rock
And when you told me the whole story, I felt like my soul had been stolen
Then you showed me, the bold ink in the shape of a semicolon
I asked what's your secret, I said I could keep it but you said I'd want it gone by tomorrow night
It was no pressure, you were a treasure couldn't get you out of my sight
As I looked over, the scarf on your shoulder revealed a poem no one could ever write
I'm scared for you, that the weight on your back will turn into a dot
When it does, I'll be here, and I will try to be your rock
And when you told me the whole story, I felt like my soul had been stolen
Then you showed me, the bold ink in the shape of a semicolon
You were just perfect, I wasn't worth it but you gave me your time anyway
Told me I was just fine, I told you don't lie, didn't think I had any heart left to break
Told me your reasons, I couldn't keep it in, didn't know who to call
Told you I was sad too, you showed me your tattoo then I realised I hadn't quite lost it all
Yet
I'm scared for you, that the weight on your back will turn into a dot
When it does, I'll be here, and I will try to be your rock
And when you told me the whole story, I felt like my soul had been stolen
Then you showed me, the bold ink in the shape of a semicolon
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Writer(s): Bailey Arcus
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