We called this pity, but our fingers were crossed.
Pushing hard against the walls, I'm just trying to be something.
Our eyes face forward, pushed our boundaries to the walls.
Amass a new wealth in all our possessions.
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying.
Falling into disrepair
turns out that I'm nothing
Incontent with living here
With your hands around my throat
Now I sigh, with nothing left to remember you by.
Hopeless remnants grasping all that once was.
Take these dark memories, and hold them close.
Wet eyes, never dry.
Insignificant other, and that's all I'll ever be.