Ash in My Throat

Boot print on the welcome mat

Same fight from a week ago

You say I’m the one who’s changed

I say you just never know

Every word’s a swung hammer

Every breath just feeds the flame

You carve halos in your stories

I’m the villain in your frame

You turn my veins to rust

You turn my lungs to smoke

Every promise burned

Ash in my throat

I wear your tired excuses

Like rope around my bones

You call it love

I call it letting go

Coffee cup in the sink

Still cold

Three a.m. and the walls all stare

Our photos face down in the drawer

Guess we’re both already there

All the “sorry”s sound rehearsed now

Like a line you barely know

If we’re actors in a bad play

Rip the curtains

End the show

[low vocal register] If you need someone to blame

Paint me black

Paint me gone

I’d rather walk out bleeding

Than crawl back to your arms [crescendo]