Little Bird

Lay awake or sleep for days, you wouldn't notice either way

Couldn't help you with your pain, but always hoped that you were safe

It took hours of silent phonecalls for me to finally realise

That just because you act with the best of intentions

It doesn't necessarily mean that you can't be wrong

I thought my heart could be our home, but all you thought of was the cage

Praying for the sun, beneath my ribs you sat in shade

You were my little bird, and I saw fit to clip your wings

And then resented you, because for me you never chose to sing

So there was silence in the house

The hallways echoed with a growing doubt

That we would never make it out of this Hell that we've created

I guess that's why I never felt like home

Because we'd lay together, but were still alone

Desperate for the warmth of someone's comfort, but not our own

We were always vacant, nothing more

We spoke until our throats were sore

Our hearts lay on the bedroom floor, and one was mine

But both were yours

I'm sorry I could never find the words to say

I had chewed them all into my tongue

Your negligence has left me frail

I never asked to fall in love so young

I know I promised not to call again, but I've still got so much to say

I hope to God that you are sleeping well

I hope someday you will ache, the way I ache