chip away the memories

until there's nothing left

but broken shelves in the doorway.

break the glass and strip the wood

until there's nothing left

except for shards and splinters.

.

walk across the mess you've made

until your soul bleeds through the carpet.

sing the melody I wrote for you

while scissors slash my paper skin through.

.

I'm holding on

to what I never knew.

I'm clutching onto you with bloody hands and old duct tape.

.

set my lonely heart ablaze

inside the kitchen that

I never kissed you in.

rake you hands over the granite.

marble's warmer then your touch.

at least that's from what I remember.

.

take the knives and bury them

inside that closet that I never escaped.

flush the pills and hide the gat,

even though I'm worth nothing more than a bullet through the fire.

.

I'm holding on

to what I never knew.

I'm clutching onto you with bloody hands and old duct tape.

.

I'm holding on

to everything I never knew.

I'm clutching onto you with fraying rope and crystal blades.

.

walk across the mess you've made

inside that closet that I never escaped.

flush the pills and hide the blades,

while scissors slash the harmonies created.

.

I'm holding on

to what I never knew.

I'm clutching onto you with bloody hands and old duct tape.

.

I'm holding on

to everything I never knew.

I'm clutching onto you with fraying rope and crystal blades.