it wasn't my fault
none of it was
yet somehow
you make me feel so bad about it
you make me feel like it was all me

it wasn't your fault either
i never said it was

it wasn't your fault
but it wasn't mine either

stop making me feel ****** about it
you make me HATE you

Somehow
I'm never satisfied
I have this
but I'm always yearning for those

Somehow
this makes me sad
when will 'this' be enough
and I won't need those anymore

I'm sorry.
Twas not my finger that pulled a trigger
Nor was it my signature that sealed the fate
Of an exploding bomb delivering destruction,
Death,
Loss,
Pain,
Suffering.
But I'm still sorry.

My sorry eyes have been blind but always teary,
Guilty,
Helpless,
Longing,
I see your pictures and ache to hold you,
Comfort you,
Soothe you,
Help you.
So sorry.

But I tell myself I need a car,
I need to save,
I need to eat,
I need to think of that trip home,
Christmas presents,
Next weekend,
I need the money but
You need to survive and
I need to wake up and instead of being
Sorry,
I need to be helpful.

We all do.

Today, tomorrow or maybe soon
might not be our time
but maybe along the way
we'll know why

An inconceivable fiction that
somehow became a tangible reality.
I am at a loss without *you.

As the choir breathes and fires freeze
As the sun kneels on the highways of what's real
There's a soldier of broken love
Standing on the King's Landing above

There's dim lights on his skin-tight
jeans, and it's reflected in Ray-Ban eyes
He stares off as the coffee drops
Into her cup and she doesn't even look up

And now is now somehow

The night cries as the winter dyes
The windows in frost and loss
The LED is bad company
Its arms aren't warm and it dies in storms

And now is now somehow

Words inside the head are never said
Life beyond the grave is never saved
The door is never opened by the wind
Love never fought for never begins

The mirroring we do.
The projection we play.
Will all come back to haunt us.
Somewhere,
Somehow,
Someday.

And that's it.
And this is it.
Left alone in an unfamiliar room;
Trying hard not to feel tragic.

Yea, I might stay up,
But I won't do anything indecent.
I can't think too clearly with this constant ringing in my head.
Despite this.
In sight of this.
Blindsided by this.

I wish.

I still have to wonder why
You somehow choose to stay by my side
Even when I gripe, groan, and complain
You help me find my way
I feel more at home with you than anywhere else
You're my best friend
No one else

I've created a dependancy to you
Without you I don't know what I would do
My life now revolves around you
This year has brought us so close
I wouldn't want anyone else

Still sometimes I wonder why
Why you choose to stay by my side
I'm nothing special; nothing grande
But still you choose to hold my hand

I'm so lucky to call you mine
You're far to wonderful for words to describe
You put the sun in my sky
You inspire the dreams of my mind
Sometimes I feel like a grain of sand
But somehow still you hold my hand

I love you for more than all that you are
You are the brightest shining star
I love you with all of my heart