“Compass”

Spend all my time calculating,

But there’s nothing between the lines

Left to occupy my attention

While the truth is trying to hide

My range of sight seems to be blurring

And through the haze I fall and blunder

The hollow footprints of where you trod

Leave me room to wonder…

Can either of us find ourselves again?

Or is this path leading to a dead end?

Why would you leave me out in the rain

With a broken heart? But you can’t be far

From finding the one in the mirror so vain

That you’d lose what makes up the patchwork of us

The needle that sews the crack in my heart

And spins around in my compass.

The thunder was depressingly constant;

The sun was hollow and rare.

But now I ache to hear your voice

Because I can’t seem to get enough air

We can never go back, now,

To what was left unsaid,

But I long for your flashes of sincerity

To still my spinning head.

Can either of us find ourselves again?

Or is this path leading to a dead end?

Why would you leave me out in the rain

With a broken heart? But you can’t be far

From finding the one in the mirror so vain

That you’d lose what makes up the patchwork of us

The needle that sews the crack in my heart

And spins around in my compass.

So you moved on,

Stuck in fast-forward

While I’m standing here,

Trying to get over

Everything you did

Everything you said

That I’ll never hear again.

Can either of us find ourselves again?

Or is this path leading to a dead end?

Why would you leave me out in the rain

With a broken heart? But you can’t be far

From finding the one in the mirror so vain

That you’d lose what makes up the patchwork of us

The needle that sews the crack in my heart

And spins around in my compass.

So now my compass is needle-free

For once I wish you were here with me.