As timeless as we were,
the years still passed in between our spoken words
that hung in the air for what seemed like forever.
Talk about our fears
and the hopes we have for future days
ahead of us.
We face these things head on together.
And I swear you watched you grow up in that place.
But I would never write a single broken word about you.
And if I ever did, you know that I'd be lying to myself.
It's a fine, fine line we walk between love and hate.
The stitching across my back
is the patter that you've sewn in my flesh for several years.
Cut the final thread.
Let's see if I come undone.
And if by chance I keep these weary limbs composed.
Tied to my lungs, anchor heart away from sleeve.
I'll truly know what it's like to be content with my life.
And I swear you watched you grow up in that place.
But I would never write a single broken word about you.
And if I ever did, you know that I'd be lying to myself.
It's a fine, fine line we walk between love and hate.

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