It's tempting
To shatter all that I have ever known
Sliver of realization cast into the cold
Tiny shards and broken parts
Of things I swore I'd tear my heart out for
I waited to dig up something that I loved
But all my dreams have turned to dust
Their silver linings start to rust
And in their frame, things i'd saved
Crumpled notes with their words hushed
Are intertwined with underbrush
That I tore down, with the blade my mother gave to me
We lost all of our sanctity, nothing so sweet as release
I traded wooden swords for burning gasoline
In the backseat: the words we spoke meant much less to me
I burnt out when it burned down and we tried to keep it clean
And all for what?
So we could continue pretending?
The blade has lost it's edge
And i lost my inside
A million different recollections
Swirling in my mind
I tried to find the youth that's left of me
But there is nothing
There is nothing