You’re a cathedral of silence, a locked garden gate
You handle your panic like a porcelain plate
When the world gets too loud, you just flicker and fade
A ghost in the hallway, a blur in the shade
You’re a "no" in a room full of "yes" and "maybe"
Holding your breath so the monsters won't see.
And I’m a landslide, I’m a siren, I’m glass on the floor
I’m the sound of a fist hitting back at the door
My fear is a fire, it screams and it stings
I ruin the rhythm of beautiful things
I’m a "stay" that sounds like "get out of my sight"
I set off the flares just to prove there is light.
But when we’re skin to skin, the static clears away
We’re just two different ways of having nothing left to say
You hide in the basement, I burn down the roof
But we’re both just searching for the same kind of proof
That a heart can be broken and still beat the same
We’re just two different languages...
For the exact same pain.
Your armor is velvet, mine’s jagged and rusted
We’re both so afraid of the word "trusted"
You look for an exit, I look for a fight
But we both keep our shoes on in the middle of the night
You’re the frost on the window, I’m the crack in the pane
Both of us praying for a different kind of rain.
I see your trembling hands beneath your steady poise
You hear the hollow ache beneath my wall of noise
You’re not the void, and I’m not the storm
We’re just two cold people trying to keep each other warm
Without catching fire...
Without disappearing.
So, pull up your walls.
I’ll sharpen my teeth.
But I know the soft thing that’s hiding beneath.
It’s okay to be scared.
It’s okay to be us.
In the wreckage and the dust.
In the wreckage...
And the dust.
Symmetry
