Contortions

My tongue is stilled
contorted in my mouth
when it comes time to question
you and your failure to communicate

But when I take you at your word
It proves a poor foundation
for my over expectations
Once Again

And I know This isn't the end
this over complicated frustratin situation
And I know that I should have gotten off this train a while ago
but I can't
Give On you.

This sort of Friendship ain't good for the soul
But Leavin this thing ain't good for my heart.
Too many years maintaining this bond
So when it bends bows nearly breaks me
I've no choice but to follow and

Contort.