I know I messed up everything I had,
But is the version of me in their head really that bad?
I’m still searching for the key, still waiting at the door,
But is it the same house I was once looking for?
I found the key, but I locked myself in.
Now I live in the shadow of where I’ve been.
You’re looking for closure, but I have the truth
And it’s a heavy, cold weight in the palms of my youth.
Surrounded by the ghosts of our past,
Wondering if I hadn’t said that, would it last?
You’re haunted by the ghosts, but I’m living in the shadow,
Of a truth that feels like a field left to fallow.
One of us trembles, one of us knows,
But we’re both just the cold where the fire once rose.
I have the answers, you have the "why,"
But the same heavy ceiling is our only sky.
Same soul, just bleeding through different eyes.
@tall adder @wise spruce