Countertops

Turn the lights on, I just wanna see your face. Every twitch, every spasm, all the lack of grace, Don’t want it all, just need a taste, Turn the lights on, It’s better that way. And even after everything I said to you, I’d still come over if you asked me to. Finally an opportunity to be your tool I’ve seen the wreckage that you leave behind, Projections shattered by a vicious mind So if you’re expecting something more, Than what we had before, No, I won’t do it that way I won’t do it that way We existed against hard edges, Countertops and washing machines, No one ever questioned our motives, No one ever suspected a thing I’m suffocating, Under the weight of these lies, but I Can’t let go until I try And all the fears that we just Pushed down inside, Well they were, Bound to spring back up sometime And all the memories of those Long hazy nights, They seem Less like love and more like fights Out of all the things you said Everything I did All the times we bled From wounds I always hid The recklessness of youth I’m glad it’s over now I’m tempered with the truth Of all that I allowed