This Bridge/This Side of The Bed

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I sleep on my side of the bed,
With my side of the story,
And act out the scenes,
The way my mind directs them,
Throwing goblets of anger,
Ones you always miss,
But I hate this movie,
I turn to the other side,
And critique the life out of it,
Your guilt showering my pillow,
My eyelids closing in shame.

 

I imagine you, fast asleep,
With your heart all bruised,
I hang my head,
The way I failed you,
All the things I didn’t do,
All the bridges I didn’t walk,
And how I didn’t get up fast enough,
When you jabbed your elbow
in my heart,
When you stopped the words
cold on my tongue,
When you heard me,
but looked away,
Just the way it’s always been.

 

Cause this bridge is one way only

 

The way you’ve trained my feet to walk

 

I hate how big I’ve drawn myself,
How I take up the whole space,
I’ve known my part all this time,
The ear to your mouth,
The drop to your ocean,
But this is all foreign to me,
You write the emotion
the way that’s right,
And I’ve always seemed to agree,
Now I’m walking all this distance
all on my own,
And you’re right there
in the corner of my mind,
All you have to do
is just pull a thread.

 

Cause this bridge is one way only

 

The way you’ve trained my feet to walk

 

So here I am at this time of night,
Telling a story I don’t believe,
My side of the bed
Now your side too,
Just like this story
Where I could only be
The nodding head with kind eyes,
Or the villain,
nothing in between.

 

Cause this bridge is one way only

 

The way you’ve trained my feet to walk

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