and i struggle to remember the sound of your voice
why did we have to fight last night?
sometimes i think about us, and where we could go
but this is beginning to hurt
and i wish my brain would stop trying to prepare me
whispers of love gone by (or was it love at all)
or simply my not listening
can set you in a rage
i wish you had seemed, last night
like you wanted to say good night
but all i saw was anger and exhaustion
and sometimes there's a voice somewhere in my mind
that wonders just how long we'll struggle
and stand here at the brink