Tug on the strings a little bit tighter, I’m unsure if I can be pulled any further.
Pull on the ties that bind a little bit harder, I’m unsure if you’ve tugged enough flesh and muscle.
We’re holding out for each other for all the wrong reasons, our ideas of being whole again is absurd at best.
I’m asphyxiating ever so slowly in hopes of finding some solution,
hanging on your every word,
every falsified promise.
Tug on the strings a little bit tighter, you’re oh so certain to pull the blame where you see fit.
Pull on the ties that bind a little bit harder, you’re oh so certain that everything is tugged into its proper place.
We’re holding out for each other with all the right motives, our ideas of being completely sound again is ridiculous.
You’re suffocating ever so slowly in hopes of finding some explanation, exhausted to the point of leaving, drained from the constant state of my being.
Tug on the strings a little bit tighter, we’re positively certain that the fault is mutual, pulled further down the spiral.
Pull on the ties that bind a little bit harder, we’re positively certain we’ve made our point clear a million times over, tugging at hearts that cannot be thawed.
We’re not holding out for each other anymore, no thought-provoking notion to breathe a sigh of reassurance.
Neither of us choke on any heartfelt solution, no more expressions to pine over, every undertaking is torn away with the least bit of compassion.
We searched to find structure again, only discover that maybe we’re better off apart.
We worked to create a sense of belonging among the disorder only to find that it would crumble right before our eyes.
We lack the energy to compromise anymore, the drive to understand the difference between then and now.
We can tug and pull all we desire,
the remnants of what our love
used to be will never be as such.
We can pull and tug all we want,
the memories of what our love
was will twist at our hearts every now and then.
Maybe this is how it’s meant to be.
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