Pitch And Resin

Back when we wore the dirt

and you didn't hurt

and they named constellations after us

I'd heard you almost died

and the fault was mine,

So that day my heart became untied.

But you said, "Sometimes love is all you get,

So you'd better make it stretch."

I believe that, I just haven't seen it yet.

And I never got my way

because I never saw your face

Just a blue charade

the shadow of a season we'd betrayed.

So I'll be stored up

Like a relic, healing illness from a money box.

And you'll be blooming right outside

and finally living all those verdant dreams

that I couldn't see.

We shot off all our flares

as though we didn't care

And watched them fade into the air.

You must have known by then

that all we had was spent

On running from our bitter end.

So we'll be sprawled out

Like mosaics, filling wall space in a crumbling house

Until we smoke out all the stray light

And finally teach it to stay

Because God knows that we need some steadying.

Some day we'll be setting suns

Watching everything we've done

From a bed we'd shared

but never had the chance to get up from.

Still I never left your side

because it never did feel right.

I just hope you don't feel sorry for a damn thing

when you die.