Songs I Write | VI

My Most Beautiful

Your love had been so good and so sweet
I sought to ruin everything that could be
I'm sorry you got caught in the crossfire
I'm sorry you didn't get a chance to scream
I warned you to be wary while holding your hand down the path
I'm sorry I deny you answers when you ask
I'm sorry, I'm acting out at the world and you had to be the one
I'm sorry I couldn't answer you, I know I'm all you want

I understand it's my feud
I acknowledge my blame
You've been a beautiful muse
My most beautiful slave
You'll understand when you try again
You'll realise my pain
You've been so beautiful
My most beautiful shame

You pinched yourself and I pinched you
I'm sorry I didn't answer when you wanted me to
I'm sorry, I'm acting out at the world and you're the one
One day you'll mark the art of trade and take your aim when I'm finally calming, I give you every reason to man the gun

I understand my own short-fuse
I acknowledge you couldn't begin to
I don't expect that to change about you
My most beautiful tool
You'll understand when you reclaim love
You'll realise the shit that I went through
Re-evaluate the person that I was when you were
My most beautiful

I cannot cleanse my hands of your red
I cannot clear my thoughts or wear them on my head
My arrow struck right though to your nerve
That was my intention though I didn't think it would work
I spent all this real time on the hypothetical like a fool
I spent all this real time hurting you, so casually cruel
I understand it's my feud which shouldn't have involved you but it had to
You'll understand when you try again, you'll realise I make you an uglier man, that I had to