What Are You Afraid Of?

it's all for you, you're so sweet and bitter of the tip of my tongue

Lay me there, 
damaged and blue, all black and bruised— 
what it cost loving you.
Too loud, 
my echo screams through desolate streets,
I open my arms and pray you’d hold me,
and heal my scars, 
then discard me—
I gave my past a broken melody;

but still, I’ll find you there, 
golden and new, your soul a muse—
never felt unloved.
I’ll burn it down, like I always do with feelings too true to ignore,
and I’ll regret the way I prayed,
how I opened my wounds as an act to heal you—
give your future an enchanting melody.

I’ll pay the price;

I’ve grown quite fond of your ghost, 
and the way that she’d haunt;
and if you knew the things I would say, 
we’d both have reason to run—
make a fool of ourselves with regret still unknown, 
never make time to worry if your body's my home,
because I’d hold you close, and I’d never let go—
be more than half of you, not my heart hanging low;

but, my heart’s hanging loosely, 
almost a shatter to the ground 
while the choir sings heavy, it's pulling me down—
and the drunken walls echo with liquor in their blood,
with my ears to the door, I can predict the lips locked in lust—

but, it’s never for sure, you've always known your pace—
picking your feet from the ground, always made an escape;
and the words in my head scream at me to tell you
there’s no point in my breath if you won’t share it too!

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