Symbolic vitriol uncovered
A deadly game of make-believe
The winds bring new fears
Along with newfound aspirations
More articulated ineloquence
Crescendo of being personified
Whitewash the sadness away
Sing about it until I can be quiet
Each piece a piece of bandage
A haphazard heart again pierced
Repaired chord by chord
There's so little efficiency left
Tuck your tail and run home
Quite familiar with that idea
Listening to "Oh well, okay"
And crying along with Elliott
Because it's me all over again
If she were to crawl back
Not that her shame allows that
I'm forced to run the scenario
Back and forth over the scab
Would I be strong enough?
Hate her but forgive her, right
But never forget her strings
So many still attached to you
Why frame your life around her
Stop caring about her, you win
Start loving something else
Perhaps tomorrow, tomorrow
You and your fucking nostalgia
