I watched you break down every Sunday
caught between the bookends of broken dreams
And you still won't tell me where you were
the day our life burnt down
Along with everyone in it

I traded snake oil for so long
I doubt I'll ever hold a normal job
These scars are all that's left from coming clean
But you've never unpacked anything
I guess you long for the mobility
that owning nothing brings

You said you love me. in past tense
I kiss your eyelids in hope for future conquest
(I will capture your heart again)
But tonight I gasp for breath
and swim for the surface
Duck and dodge the beams of light
as I sift the ocean floor
In hopes of finding even pieces of the wreckage
of the life we've left behind
Just another Sunday morning, wondering if you're crying for me

Just turn away, there's nothing here to see
I'll wait for you, within the scar I bare...
all that's left from coming clean