Little Bird

Lay awake or sleep for days, you wouldn't notice either way

Couldn't help you with your pain, but always hoped that you were safe

It took hours of silent phone calls for me to finally realise

That just because you act with the best of intentions,

it doesn't necessarily mean that you can't be wrong

I thought my heart could be our home,

but all you thought of was the cage

Praying for the sun, beneath my ribs you sat in shade

You were my little bird and I saw fit to clip your wings

And then resented you because for me you never chose to sing

So there was silence in the house,

the hallways echoed with a growing doubt

That we would never make it out of the Hell that we created

I guess that's why it never felt like home,

'cause we'd lay together but were still alone

Desperate for the warmth of someone's comfort but not our own

We were always vacant, nothing more;

we spoke until our throats were sore

Our hearts lay on the bedroom floor,

and one was mine,

but both were yours

I'm sorry I could never find the words to say

I had chewed them all into my tongue

Your negligence has left me frail

I never asked to fall in love so young

I know I promised not to call again

But I've still got so much to say

I hope to God that you are sleeping well

I hope that someday you will ache the way I ache

Someday you will ache the way I ache

Someday you will ache the way I ache