The days we thought were young

Were really just all too short

And the nights we thought were high

Were just a dream we spun and wove more skillfully than our love

You held me more gently than the others

And everything about it was softly sorrowful

Your breath against my neck, like a feather

Your pain was slow and careful, nothing about it you dared spread to me

In the delicate gloom of your cigarette smoke

And the flickering light of the dimming candle

You told me you loved me

And I trusted you

Leaning into your muted torment

Like it was a bed of clouds for the queen you treated me like

And the days we thought were young

Were just the wintry mix of depression and drowning

The nights we thought were high were just your weak coping skills eating you alive

Softly, gently now

I held you because you felt like you were falling

But you just took me down with you

And the fires stopped burning just before we hit the ground

We were surrounded by smoke but unable to choke

Time was like a ticking time bomb

But the ticks were too soft to hear

And we didn’t make it out alive

Tears littered the ground where you laid in the dust

And my hope was left where you found me

I think it rusted before we found daylight

Too soft now

I wasn’t enough for your heartache

But you kept me as long as guaranteed

You broke me but I’m too soft to mend

So I weep while you reach past

Towards your own security

And wish for something firmer to hold onto

Because you let me slip

When I was trying to save you