You said

“Relax”

While the walls came down in slow-mo

Laughing in glass

While the ceiling fans threw shrapnel

Coffee on fire

All our calendars in freefall

You called it growth

I called it getting small

Shrapnel halo

Cutting circles ‘round my head

Every promise

Like a flare that’s burning red

You keep saying

“This is how we learn to bend”

But I’m bleeding from the same old edges

Over again

Couch turned to raft

In a flood of passive headlines

You cracked a joke

As the power lines drew dark lines

I bit my tongue

Till the metal taste felt honest

You changed the frame

I stayed the haunted subject

Shrapnel halo

Cutting circles ‘round my head

Every promise

Like a flare that’s burning red

You keep saying

“This is how we learn to bend”

But I’m bleeding from the same old edges

Over again

You call this chaos “character” (hey!)

You paint the cracks as “design”

You tape my doubts to the ceiling

Watch them swing

Swing over our lives

I’m done pretending I’m bulletproof

While you reload that grin

I’m stepping out of the crossfire

Let the ricochets begin (woah)

Shrapnel halo

Falling

Crashing at my feet

Every promise

Just a flare that lost its heat

You keep saying

“We were built to break and mend”

But I’m walking from the blast zone

Baby

This is the end