Distance myself from your eggshell life before my eyes stand witness to the cracks that tap it open if you could only live third person
Maybe then we'd still be something more than sound waves synchronizing we still harmonize, no longer with our lives in notes and words and firsts and thirds and major 7th chords
A measure in your presence our discord lacks resemblance of the melody we used to be a song i thought that we'd keep playing and playing and I stopped praying years ago
We've lost color despite this summer's heat constantly bearing down the pressure's now crushing me highways buckle, and my days shuffle on and on you've been gone for weeks as I fracture with the streets.