Trace the Lines

Knocking on doors and swallow every key Knocking on doors and swallow every key, carelessly What a terrible time we had, do you want it back? What a terrible time we had, do you want it back, timelessly? We lived in the smallest world and all of it darkened as we slept Knew our paces dictated the turn of the Moon and the Earth And yet we still battled, began to doubt ourselves Saw a softness in you as you were, so that's where my claws went I used to drink off of you, take sips of perspective from things you said And when we disagreed it would burn, but I still loved to taste it Then something bittered, something within ourselves Just as most of the things I deserved, I learned how to waste it I made you sick where I had meant to make you mine I found loneliness in a room that you were in I know it tore you up, it wasn't by design Oh, do you care that it's over? Do you ever trace the lines? Was it shared? Are you sober just to show we're not alike? Walking home is harder The pace gets hard to keep When you're in all the windows Outlining every street Do you disappear if I break them Or show up in every piece? We don't ever speak but I'm holding on, I'm holding on Oh, I'm holding on Which version of you is the right one? The one from our memories? The one locking doors that I knock on Swallowing every key? I don't wanna sleep, but it's coming on, it's coming on Oh, it's coming on I don't wanna sleep, but it's coming on, it's coming on Oh, do you care that it's over? Do you ever trace the lines? Was it shared? Are you sober just to show we're not alike? I said I loved you as a way to change the subject Fingers breaking as they crossed You said you loved me, so you wouldn't have to prove it With both eyes towards the door