Separated

Separated by all the work we had to do

Separated by all the arguments you lose

Separated by all things you thought you knew

Separated by all the words you did not choose

Separated by the results you can't disprove

Separated by all the answers you could not choose

Separated by all the things you thought you knew

Separated by all the dreams you drift into

You try again your arguments out on me

I try and tell you again

But if you wanted to understand me, you could

If you wanted to hold my hand, you would

But you don't want to

You've committed to this wall we sleep against

If you can't carry the silence of the bruise

If you can't look at the wildness of the wound

If you won't look out the window onto the sea

If you can't carry your pain, you will lay it on me

To carry for you out into open fields

I bore it by feel in my stupid desire to heal

Every rift, every cut I feel as though I wield some power here

I lay my hands over all your fear, this gushing running river here

That spills out over these plains, soaking in all of this rain

Separated by all the work we had to do

Separated by all the arguments you lose

Separated by all the dreams you drift into

Separated by all things you thought you knew

You don't really see any problem here, but I do

You don't really have to believe me if you don't want to

Separated by the relief you want to feel

Separated by the belief this cut can heal