We were metaphors for each other's wounded pride It wasn't long until we caved back to our old ways We said we'd change we stayed the same
We said we'd change we stayed the same
Soft spoken delicate and restless We'll tear each other limb by limb and watch them grow back the innocence we thought we had
We said we'd change we stayed the same we said we'd change but it's too late for that
Retracing each other's outlines with closed eyes Our patterns changed shape but left us in the same place vulnerable and exposed A hollow sense of repose
We'll be buried with our stories on our skin waves of smoke will carry withered bones and heavy stones and all the things we'll miss.