a conversation was started the other day it had no intentions of having a conclusion an old man was trying to make me feel grateful he talked about love, sadness, and life wrapped it up neatly in a bow left there at my feet as if i was some sort of doorstep
well i've been feeling like one lately people wanting to get past me and inside the warmth of not looking back at least they're happy it takes a lot of hard work to make happiness i'm glad it's effortless for some taking a cold shoulder to the aching agonies of caring
it hurts but it tells me i'm alive i sometimes feel the warmth take comfort in it, feeling accomplished though my soul is broken down, a second rate engine my body is a poorly crafted house, no heater for the winter foundation never settled but i swear i feel the warmth signed my life away to you when we stood upon the altar you were the most beautiful being anyone had thought they've ever seen but now the fire goes out and you're not there