We called this pity, but our fingers were crossed
Pushing hard against the walls, I'm just trying to be something
Our eyes face forward, pushed our boundaries to the walls
Amass a new wealth in all our possessions
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying
Falling into disrepair
Turns out that I'm nothing
Incontent with living here
With your hands around my throat
Now I sigh, with nothing left to remember you by
Hopeless remnants grasping all that once was
Take these dark memories, and hold them close
Wet eyes, never dried
Insignificant other, and that's all I'll ever be