Engrossed in Emotion

v i n e s & d r e a d

The vines above my head

seem to dissipate my dread

and tuck me snugly into bed.

What's the last thing that I said
to you

before we fell apart

I remember it had to something to do with the remains of my heart

And I also seem to wonder

if I'm the reason we went under

and never came up for air

Please stop telling me I didn't care.

I did all that I could

and even more than most would

And somehow was still not enough

I want a gentle love, not something rough.

While the vines may dissipate my dread

they still can't get me out of my head

That's okay, it's quite alright.

I'll find some sleep with the sunlight.

I'm up most nights, asleep most days

But forever awake my sadness stays.