and maybe if it wasn't so hard to forget
i'd forgotten by now
but i've got hidden strings on my wrists
and i still can't cut the ends
& burn them so that i don't unravel apart
my hands weren't meant for yours
and i knew that from the start
but what good does admitting truths do
when i'm still me and you're still you
and i hate whatever is inside of your chest
that made me throw my hands up
forget the rest
make a nest
and turn away from what i needed most
i want to burn it the way i need to burn this bridge
combine the two and smile & cringe