There it is, that look that cuts down and into

Exactly the part of myself I thought I had under control

You are soft and I am the sharpest knife in the drawer

There it is, the blood on my hands

From cutting you when I thought I had finally made myself dull

You are light on the ocean and I am the darkest cloud that keeps the sun from the shore

There it is, the distance you keep

And I cannot argue you to come closer once more

You are honor and I am selfishness, endlessly knocking on your door