Traversing a corridor with no conclusion

We try to find what makes us whole

What we end up with

Makes us question the point of it all

That ship has sailed (That ship has sailed)

So long ago (So long ago)

But we still wait for its return

On battered shores

It's taking every fiber of my being

To say I'm fine

To not look behind

To not look for you

And worst of all is that you know me

Suffering quietly, and so naive

I'll fall for it, because I think it's for me

But it never was, it was all for you

In the wreckage of misplaced passions

I end up dying on a road I paved so long ago

It’s strange how comfort starts to mimic damage

The same hands reaching for what once pulled us under

Not out of hunger, but familiarity

Like muscle memory in places, we should’ve abandoned

We engrave meaning into silence

As if abandonment is a language we can decode

Filling gaps with imagined intention

Until fiction starts feeling like evidence

Every return to the same gravity

Feels less like choice, more like rhythm

Something internal adjusting itself

To repeat what it already knows will collapse

The lesson doesn’t arrive loudly

It settles in after the fact

In the space between relief and regret

Where neither side feels like victory

It’s not about what was taken

It’s about what we kept reaching for

Even after we knew the shape of it

After it stopped resembling care

And worst of all is that you know me

Suffering quietly, and so naive

I'll fall for it, because I think it's for me

But it never was, it was all for you

In the wreckage of misplaced passions

I end up dying on a road I paved so long ago

Maybe it was never really you

But the shape I forced into the empty space

A familiar ache with a different face

Something to hold when the room felt endless

I mistook attention for shelter

And I misunderstood contact for love

Every open wound became a doorway

And I kept inviting the storm inside

There is no comfort in repetition

Only the body learning where to kneel

And I have bent myself backwards

For hands that shaped me into ruin

But need is not devotion

And longing is not proof

If we keep calling what damages us proof of love

Then we must learn to leave behind

What we love the most

And worst of all is that you know me

Suffering quietly, and so naive

I'll fall for it, because I think it's for me

But it never was, it was all for you

In the wreckage of misplaced passions

I end up dying on a road I paved so long ago

Learn to love

Or learn to leave