Why are we even together in the first place?
Because all we do is argue
But you do most of it
You shout, you curse
You scream, I hurt
I let you into my heart
I don't know why I ever did that
I don't know why you wanted in, and why you stayed
I guess the acoustics in there are great
For a banshee such as yourself
Maybe if you shout, curse, scream loud enough
You'll rupture its tender yet tough walls
And then you can break free from it
I think that would give me peace
So, by all means, scream and curse
Yes, break my heart, turn it black
As long as you leave it to me
Maybe one day, a canary will rise
And occupy the hole you left in my heart
She'll sing sweet songs of regeneration
And reverse the damage done by your sour voice
Maybe then, I can wear my heart on my sleeve
But until then, keep doing what you do best
You're almost at the threshold
And I can't wait for it
Chronic Artistry 