How to we go from here? How do we fix the cracks in our broken love…not even flecks of scattered gold can cover the damages love
How to we remedy the pain we’ve caused each other, the mess we created with the emotions that pour from ours haunts
Those ghosts that keep us up in the middle of the night. The ones that steal the gold, first in pieces, than in full. Leaving us to stare into the space they once belonged.
Maybe you just don’t know, maybe you just don’t care,
How can you sleep when these tears keep falling from my eyes.
I never know what to say to help you see, help you understand. But I shouldn’t have to.
You can’t read my mind, and I can’t expect things to go my way, the way they do in my head, because then we’d both become fools.
So where do we go from here? How can we be what each other needs when the ghosts have made their homes with us.
Permit haunts to keep us company in the middle of the night. When we both crawl through the open spaces of the once sought gold that held us in place.