My sadness handed me a shovel and told me to examine
Every layer of my life until I hit the bottom
Then it was just me and illness,
An battleground under a pile of leaves
To cover the daily war inside my head
I thought he pulled away the leaves
I thought he was looking down to me
It turns out he emerged from his own darkness,
We had both been swallowed by the earth and forgotten by her people
It turns out he knows,
It turns out he goes to class and learns to fake a smile just like me
It turns out I'm on the edge looking out onto the ocean of what I know is coming,
And he's there holding my hand.
Lover's empty and sad, just like me
He's got cotton in his throat, just like me
The light he brings to my eyes,
I can see in his meadows too.
This beautiful vessel is mine to hold,
A room where I can hide and play pretend like everything is alright,
He is a glass jar filled with a thousand stars,
But he does not see his own light.
Lover never saw my battle ground from above,
Lover's always been fighting right next to me.
