What goes unsaid, goes lost
A series of buried bones that are better off underground
But we're too used to digging, and habits are tough to shake off
So here we are, knee deep in the dirt
Looking for what shouldn't be dug up
View blurred by the mud
And hands filled with someone else's blood
Throw the first stone but hide your hand well afterwards
Covered by the arched back of a coward
Something we know we are
Accepting warnings can only take us so far
This looks like the red line
We become the chemical reaction of the fuel that never burnt
Let's dry up the paper work that got soaked under the rain
Hoping it will someday be readable again
Otherwise, we'll never know what we were meant to be
Unsaid words will make us who we are
We'll be the chemical reaction of the fuel that never burnt
God ain't answering back, Margaret
We're left to our own devices for a little more
For sure at least until we make it home
Whatever that is
But I understand if you feel like you're done
Your skin is showing just a bit too much bone
Leave
There's nothing left to be saved
We could run the next red light, never contemplating death
I just want you to feel alive
I can guarantee, you will feel alive
Let's dry up the paper work that got soaked under the rain
Hoping it will someday be readable again
Otherwise, we'll never know what we were meant to be
Unsaid words will make us who we are
We'll be the chemical reaction of the fuel that never burnt
We were never meant to save ourselves
We were never meant to save ourselves