No rest for the wicked

I didnt want it to be this predictable,where i could hear the tear drop fall on the recievers end.the sound of it crashing was beyond what i could imagine, intentions were good....at firstbut the bones are breaking one by onefrom colliding in this backwards bend."im sorry dearest" then hit send.They told me she was so easy a cave man could do her.

I thought I had every piece but the peaceThey told me fate loves the fearless, but neverhas it scared me so.the date i marked on my calendar would make me hatethe looks, shakes, the sway her hair makes.every move makes me squirm, ready to burst, but iwon't let me do it first.I want to know where I stand, so i'll keep facing theground at my feet, my awkward glanceWith fidgeting fingers in pockets to small to ever last,that never stood a chance against hands that never rest.

I fight the urge to touch your face, brush them over smilinglines, eyes so bold and still blue from the cold.The winters last for ages here, i'd keep you warm if i couldbut i've lost all feeling in this skin i've worn for years.It's brittle from the lies, broken ties, the screams drowned in tears