If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand.
(If it makes you hurt any less, you can kill me. [Metaphorically, I'd hope.])
I hope you find out what you want.
I already know what I am.
And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again.
And you can tell me how vile I already know that I am.
(If it makes you feel any better, we can start talking again like we used to. You can tell me how much of a jerk I am even though I already know.)
I'll grow old and start acting my age.
I'll be a brand new day, in a life that you hate.
(I'll start acting like I know I should, and although things will be different, you'll never be able to look past what I keep doing.)
A crown of gold,
a heart that's harder than stone.
And it hurts a whole lot, but it's missed when it's gone.
(Although I'll miss our relationship once it's finally gone, I know if I stay I'll keep hurting you.)
Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not.
Glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes... you can forget.
(It seems like you can trust me, but I'm not good for you. Although I'm glad you can forgive me for hurting you so much, I just hope you'll stop looking to the past.)
If it makes you less sad, I'll move out of this state. You can keep you yourself. I'll keep out of your way.
(If it will make you hurt less, I'll move away so you won't have to see me ever again and be reminded of what I did to you.)
If it makes you less sad, I'll take your pictures all down.
Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out.
(I'll get rid of all of the evidence we were ever together so you don't have to be reminded of the pain everyday. I'll remove myself from your memories altogether.)
It's cold as a tomb and it's dark in your room when I sneak to your bed to pour salt on your wounds.
(Every time I come to see you, I feel like I'm just hurting you more.)
"So call it quits or get a grip. You say you wanted a solution, you just wanted to be missed."
(Stop playing games with me and figure out where you want to go from here. You say you want to fix things, when you really just want me to fight to keep us together.)
You are calm and reposed, let your beauty unfold. Pale white like the skin stretched over your bones.
(You're holding yourself together.)
Spring keeps you ever close, you are second hand smoke.
You are so fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins.
Holding on to yourself the best you can.
You are the smell before rain, you are the blood in my veins.
(My self-destructive behavior is hurting you in the process. You're so fragile and have to pay for your mistakes. I compare you to the anticipation when it seems like it's going to rain even though it might not, meaning you're expecting me to do things but I keep letting you down over and over again. But I love you and you're keeping me alive?)
If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand. (If it makes you hurt any less, you can kill me. [Metaphorically, I'd hope.])
I hope you find out what you want. I already know what I am. And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again. And you can tell me how vile I already know that I am. (If it makes you feel any better, we can start talking again like we used to. You can tell me how much of a jerk I am even though I already know.)
I'll grow old and start acting my age. I'll be a brand new day, in a life that you hate. (I'll start acting like I know I should, and although things will be different, you'll never be able to look past what I keep doing.)
A crown of gold, a heart that's harder than stone. And it hurts a whole lot, but it's missed when it's gone. (Although I'll miss our relationship once it's finally gone, I know if I stay I'll keep hurting you.)
Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not. Glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes... you can forget. (It seems like you can trust me, but I'm not good for you. Although I'm glad you can forgive me for hurting you so much, I just hope you'll stop looking to the past.)
If it makes you less sad, I'll move out of this state. You can keep you yourself. I'll keep out of your way. (If it will make you hurt less, I'll move away so you won't have to see me ever again and be reminded of what I did to you.)
If it makes you less sad, I'll take your pictures all down. Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out. (I'll get rid of all of the evidence we were ever together so you don't have to be reminded of the pain everyday. I'll remove myself from your memories altogether.)
It's cold as a tomb and it's dark in your room when I sneak to your bed to pour salt on your wounds. (Every time I come to see you, I feel like I'm just hurting you more.)
"So call it quits or get a grip. You say you wanted a solution, you just wanted to be missed." (Stop playing games with me and figure out where you want to go from here. You say you want to fix things, when you really just want me to fight to keep us together.)
You are calm and reposed, let your beauty unfold. Pale white like the skin stretched over your bones. (You're holding yourself together.)
Spring keeps you ever close, you are second hand smoke. You are so fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins. Holding on to yourself the best you can. You are the smell before rain, you are the blood in my veins. (My self-destructive behavior is hurting you in the process. You're so fragile and have to pay for your mistakes. I compare you to the anticipation when it seems like it's going to rain even though it might not, meaning you're expecting me to do things but I keep letting you down over and over again. But I love you and you're keeping me alive?)
@laurynn Nice imterpretation, i know you wrote this 4 years ago but i have to say it
@laurynn Nice imterpretation, i know you wrote this 4 years ago but i have to say it