Two drinks away from opening-up With the guilt two drinks from lost Repeating words and folding hands Itching scratches long from lost But you stayed nailed to beginnings Leaving nothing to reflect Got to thinking that the ending Is still something to protect Can you believe it, can you twist I have seen you in that light And we both know that a change of pace Rearranged can shift our sight But you know as well as I, I think Changing reel can't change the scene Insides, fickle outsides And all the spaces in between There's no greater good than fiction Holding arms we've never known But there's an asymmetry in the lessons learned Against the scarring you have shown But there are bones yet to be broken And words to glue and set Before what has the will to drag you out Comes to why it hasn't yet Held close against the iron bars And the others close to town Swallowed whole behind the holding point In the hopes that we may drown But not to die, that's all too sudden More like living under waves And with the verses all well-written You can know the soul is savedmore