SENSITIVE STRINGS

Mad romantic,
Blue and fantastic,
Lovely quarrels tied you in,
But life will go on and on,

Side eyes, narrowed,
A bucket full of sorrow,
Caught you in,
And I would just drown it out, never-ending rounds, I would,

Die in sheets, these silent rings,
I never thought of them,
And I would cry and weep, in the corner holding the keys,
Would you ever come back?

Or would you just go?
Run away from your home,
Speed drive and crash until the cadillac rests in your bones,
Or would you,
Never come back alone,

I'm telling you right now,
Time is running out now,
I am bringing me back up on my own now,
Don't build me up, break me down,
Don't cut off my calls now,
I'm gonna curse you in my sleep anyhow,

You don't understand do you now?

These sensitive strings are wailing,
They're playing melodies,
They're crying and waiting,
Why would you ever do this?

Would you come back now?
My power is gone now,
Guard was up but it's down now,
Would you come back?

Or would you let these sensitive strings rest in the racks?

I waited for a fantasy,
Hopelessly, romantically,
And I got what I deserved,

Is this what I deserved?

You plucked my strings so hard, they broke out,
15 scars stitched on my soul forever now,
Wounds aren't bleeding they're looking at the mess,
But to you,

You couldn't care less,

And you wouldn't come back again,
You won't see me again,
You won't touch me and talk to me or breathe me again,

And time is dying now,
My heart was crying out,
But you were too busy making out,

And making up,
Excuses love, I wouldn't ever trust,

You gave me all your love?
But I called out your bluff,
You ghosted me 4 days,
And then took 8 months to stalk me away,

But I waited for you to come back,
Hold my hand and kiss me back,
And we would drive down the highway to a dream,
Which we would never achieve,

I'm glad you didn't come back,
Left me in a mess and ran back,
"Get in the car", oh too bad,
Crashed up and died,
I didn't look back,

Fuck you cause you never loved me back,
Maybe didn't deserve to die but no one can get the timeline to crack,

And maybe you'll be remembered,
On other people's septembers,

Mine was haunted by you,
Forever tainted by you,

But look at my strings they're glistening now,
Sparkling my bones telling me to come out,
Of the cocoon of the dying rose soon,
"The sky is pink and it's looking damn good right now too"

My strings were sensitive so you pulled them to the hardest degree,
They were meant to break apart,
My reputation died, was it so hard to believe,
But I kept walking on,

And I would have shown,
The world,
But it wasn't their concern,
To look right now,
I guess you should have known then and there but how,
could you have known when even I don't know now,

And now you're long gone,
I don't miss you and I'm moving on,
The baby pastel blue is rusting now,
Autumn is here and my colours are growing out,

The waters are pink and the string of lights tell me I'm alive,
I'm happier in the way I should be,
Not in the was the world had trained me to laugh and die,

So I guess my strings are stronger,
Sensitive but they can now bear stress for much longer,
And damage control is permanently engraved in my bones,
I'm finally alive, and I'm finally feeling home.