I found peace in knowing there's an end
My world in your hands when we finally experienced
The fault in our foundation
The d**h of our creation
Maybe it's not meant to be the way we wrote it
If this is true, it explains how I'm drifting away again
Rushing tides pour from my eyes
And drench my shaking hands
My ability to breathe seems so foreign to me
I found peace in knowing there's an end
Haunting eyes can occupy my thoughts from time to time
But we don't have something that lasts, and so I recognize
That there is not one trace, of the love I watched decay and fade away
Your ceramic heart made it's home in the pavement
Strange how it took me so long to see
That I don't need someone who doesn't need me
You'll grow old in someone's home, much like mine but not our own