Her voice is rusty, like the fence outside your window broken from wear & tear.
Like the day you discovered scars are caused by more than bicycle accidents
and how you make your own destiny.
& that was just what she was like when she touched you,
Bitter & crumbling.
Her fingers touched your face and exploded into the words you wanted to say and the expectations that fell to the floor
But you can't sum her up in words, the way her smile was always a little incomplete
How you tried to be the piece to put her back together
But it's all just a game, played in her head
(You don't know what you're winning or what you have to lose)
So you take it, one move at a time
Moving her body & the furniture in your room
But one day you have nothing left
But you're still running, running
Listening to her voice a ghost in your head & feeling her fingers like shadows moving further down your back
It's just a game I tried to tell you
Somebody's always there to lose