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Constant ConflictsI spent too much time erasing, not enough time changingBlurring the lines between sick and selfish Hoping I can grab on for just a second But I've learned to take what I can get And use the parts that make sense And relent only when I meet my own death And find a pace I can circumvent When was truth less about proving a point And just proving someone wrong all along? I'll rest my aching joints To my own broken hope and swan song But maybe I'm overworked Because I like breaking the healing process As a comfort when I'm aching With this new perspective I'm finally taking I made this bed, and I will sleep in it The comfort of your warm sheets Will bring me to the further flames of hell I made this bed, and I will sleep in it Even if our honesty is building peace into a bed of nails Death is not a choice, and love should not be either I'll endure the pain if our hearts endure the weather The only pain worse than killing with force Is killing with neglect, I guess And now I know that our complacent love was completely dead I will complicate this love just to feel something And I'm sorry if it's clouded all the facts The rhythm of my heartbeat changed In the moment that I realized you were not coming back I will complicate this love just to feel something And I'm sorry if it's clouded all the facts The rhythm of my heartbeat changed In the moment that I conceptualize the words I masked I made this bed and I will sleep in it The comfort of your warm sheets Will bring me to the further flames I will give up all I have just to go back home I'm dropping bread crumbs I hope you know I hate being alone You used to make my mind clear Now your absence does instead I heard your dog barking in the backyard He only does that when you're home And I just hope you understand I never meant to grow apart But I knew at some point, I had to grow I guess I could've picked a better time to learn patience But now I'm learning that I am becoming The one who broke my heart I was a creature of habit, but with no real intentions I conformed to what I understood to be happiness Or undiagnosed self-medicated approach To getting lost in each other's contentment Lead to a misconception of your beauty I still can't believe that I lied to you Especially because when I said it I thought I was telling the truth I thought I was strong enough to carry you But now my mind is clear And I hope you hear this I love you |