(Verse 1)
I sit in the dark on the edge of the bed.
Watching the storm start to rise in your head.
I haven’t moved or spoken a word.
But I am condemned for a voice never heard.
You pull at your hair as the first teardrop falls.
And the sound of your weeping echoes the walls.
I’m bracing myself for the wave of your rage.
Like a prisoner locked in an invisible cage.
(Verse 2)
The water spills over and runs down your face.
And suddenly tension fills up the whole space.
You call my silence a cruel attack.
Like I’m hiding a knife at my back.
I pull my knees up to my chest.
An uninvited and terrified guest.
You look at my eyes with a heavy disgust.
Turning our quiet directly to dust.
(Chorus)
Your tears are a weapon that I can’t fight.
They turn on a dime and they strike in the night.
You’re breaking in pieces and pointing at me.
For a shadow or phantom that I cannot see.
I’m frozen in panic and local despair.
Blamed for the chaos that isn't even there.
(Verse 3)
The room starts to shake as your crying grows loud.
And your heavy breath forms a dark, heavy cloud.
You say that my posture is filled with deceit.
While I sit completely still in my seat.
I’m too scared to blink or look at the floor.
Afraid it will prompt you to scream at me more.
You’re drowning in oceans of fabricated pain.
And leaving me standing out in the rain.
(Verse 4)
The words you’re screaming make no sense to me.
You’re fighting a shadow that I cannot see.
You beg me to stop when I haven't begun.
Acting like I am the dangerous one.
My memory spins and I start to confuse.
The truth of the moment with all your abuse.
I freeze like a statue, completely undone.
Wishing that I had the courage to run.
(Chorus)
Your tears are a weapon that I cannot fight.
They turn on a dime and they strike in the night.
You’re breaking in pieces and pointing at me.
For a shadow or phantom that I cannot see.
I’m frozen in panic and local despair.
Blamed for the chaos that isn't even there.
(Bridge)
My pulse starts to race as I stare at your eyes.
Completely untethered from truth and from lies.
I can’t find a baseline or reason to trust.
When everything solid is turning to dust.
I’m trembling inside from the weight of your fear.
And I’m stuck hiding right out in the clear.
(Outro)
I look at the door but I stay in my seat.
Admitting to crimes that I didn't complete.
Your sobbing slows down to a terrifying quiet.
And I am left broken from your personal riot.
I say, nothing at all.
Rituendon
