here we go again, trapped beneath another eruption
the weight of our failures smother us in smug interruptions
we used to be musical, our love was such a wonderful substance
but now I only hear her drummin up a slutty percussion
ringing the thud of concussion - it's the ugliest custom
the way we stray into an argument from subtle discussion
demolition through attrition, we're pieces of the destruction
a misshapen foundation thunderously under construction...
building somethin' from nothin' is a feat that's rare to see
but engineering a miracle?...is my thing, apparently
she was the weight that held me down as she'd sing the air I breathe
but when I shake free from the sound, my eyes sting with clarity
the supports we built were forged by a singularity
each pillar shaven from the shale of our similarities
but they were hollow from the sorrow of our simple parity
fuel for the fire in our house which we kindled carelessly
sure I'm not perfect either and I'll be quick to say it
but I'd be more motivated for honesty if it was reciprocated
our structure has been ruptured, boasts laid in a muzzled trust
cornerstones worn to the bone by the most shameful of coverups
each brick we moved to build was glued in prideful disorder
we shared a sultry adultery and used our lies as the mortar
our relationship was made to slip, constructed upon the brink
this brick was built on water - let's drop it and watch it sink