There's two people living in one small room,
from your two half-families tearing at you,
two ways to tell the story, no one worries,
two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry,
two people talking inside your brain,
two people believing that I'm the one to blame,
two different voices coming out of your mouth,
while I'm too cold to care and too sick to shout. <3
"Tell me when you think that we became so unhappy.
Wearing silver rings with nobody clapping.
When we moved here together we were so disappointed,
Sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed.
It killed me to see you getting always rejected...
But I didn't mind the things you threw, the phones I deflected.
I didn't mind you blaming me for your mistakes,
I just held you in the door-frame through all of the earthquakes."
Just got out of a long-term relationship with a manic-depressive. This song just gets it. Beautiful.