I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them tumble downNo fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire toPoint the finger, blame the other, or watch the temple topple over.To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication
The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,And the circling is worth it.Finding beauty in the dissonance.
There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fallAway.Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our covetingI've done the math enough to know the dangers of our secondGuessingDoomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen ourCommunication.
Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion
Between supposed lovers. (x2)
I know the pieces fit. (x8)