lower than it's safe, I don't know if I'm sane.
Back to March, I feel the pain again.
Burns from an once blazing torch,
Ashes, everywhere you reach. This is unsafe.
You pull my hand on you, tell me you are sick with yourself.
Arch your spine into my palms, you say you feel safe.
You love that boy who doesn't know right from wrong,
I see you long for him, more than I did for you.
You wonder how you ended up as the villain.
You ask me how, you say you didn't know
You break and ask what broke.
And you didn't know, didn't know,
And I don't know how you keep not knowing,
You keep shoving yourself into arms and chests,
Heart on your sleeve because you don't know,
You don't know anything at all.
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