Pitch And Resin

Back when we wore the dirt
and you didn't hurt
and they named constellations after us
I'd heard you almost died
and the fault was mine,
So that day my heart became untied.
But you said, "Sometimes love is all you get,
So you'd better make it stretch."
I believe that, I just haven't seen it yet.
And I never got my way
because I never saw your face
Just a blue charade
the shadow of a season we'd betrayed.

So I'll be stored up
Like a relic, healing illness from a money box.
And you'll be blooming right outside
and finally living all those verdant dreams
that I couldn't see.

We shot off all our flares
as though we didn't care
And watched them fade into the air.

You must have known by then
that all we had was spent
On running from our bitter end.

So we'll be sprawled out
Like mosaics, filling wall space in a crumbling house
Until we smoke out all the stray light
And finally teach it to stay
Because God knows that we need some steadying.

Some day we'll be setting suns
Watching everything we've done
From a bed we'd shared
but never had the chance to get up from.

Still I never left your side
because it never did feel right.
I just hope you don't feel sorry for a damn thing
when you die.