The years,
They started stacking
Like books with loose bindings amongst
Other forgotten things on your shelf.
Steps slowly slipped away from
Our feigned sense of direction
Leaving your weathered hand reluctant
To let go of one another
For fear of being alone.
Morning sunlight
Spells patterns on your walls
Like small maps of old moments now gone.
I am there now seeking shelter under your skin.
Burrowed in deeper than your first regret.
Because I'm more of a coward than I would ever care to admit,
And though I wish my will was stronger,
You'll always win.
I attached myself to your spine (It's nice to know you didn't forget)
Before you pulled me out
And tore apart (It's nice to know you didn't forget)
Whatever was left of my old self,
Although not entirely. (It's nice to know you didn't forget)
Maybe I was too stubborn to see it then,
When you took pity on me and said (It's nice to know you didn't forget)
"You weren't aware (It's nice to know you didn't forget)
You were losing something."
"You weren't aware (It's nice to know you didn't forget)
You were giving up."
"You weren't aware (It's nice to know you didn't forget)
You were losing something."
"You weren't aware (It's nice to know you didn't forget)
You were giving up."