The seasons have changed
And you've remained
Holding onto the pain
It provoked
Living yoked to the bitter end
And refusing to mend
I can feel the weight around us
Climbing every rib within us
And as oxygen
Kisses the flame of spite
You won't let me make it right
But these black marks
Have my heart torn
Because it's you fuming at sea
And me drowning in the storm
Is this wound
Deeper than the surface of skin?
The truth is that I'm terrified
How many times can I begin again?
Still unsatisfied
You hold on to the gate
Forbidding any chance to vindicate
I can feel the weight around us
Climbing every rib within us
And as oxygen
Kisses the flame of spite
You won't let me make it right
