Graves

We make oaths up to a god we don't believe in

Make a choice to forge a life around a crumbling foundation

Every day, when we wake up, assume the family position

Have a child and let it eat you from the inside, from the inside

I take your hand in mine

You turn the lights out

Your eyes are graves to me

Your eyes are graves to me

Your eyes are graves to me

And I'm falling in

Empty plates and tired mouths surround the table

What we were, is just a myth, a stupid joke, another fable

Tying knots, just to break them in a violent display of

How we know, that we've been fooled by what we thought

Was something real, something real

I take your hand in mine

You turn the lights out

Your eyes are graves to me

Your eyes are graves to me

Your eyes are graves to me

Your eyes are graves to me

And I'm falling in

I can't bear to say your name or even glance in your direction

All I have is your abuse when all I need is your protection

There's a weight around my finger and it's dragging me beneath

I'm letting go

I'm letting go

I'm letting go

I'm letting go

I'm letting go

I take your hand in mine

You turn the lights out

I take your hand in mine

For the last time