Honeymoon Requiem

Counting the thorns on an empty vow
You make a shrine out of falling down

You loop the reel, you love the bleed
Turn every memory into need
I took the blame to prove it true
You kissed the wound, said: That’s on you

You circle back where the hurting blooms
A wreath of pity made of borrowed tunes
I begged for us, you begged for proof
We built a future on a haunted roof

You break, I breathe, I call it love
You fall, I bleed, still not enough
We trace the pain like it’s divine
You take the cross, I take the line

You break, I breathe, I call it love
You fall, I bleed, still not enough
We trace the pain like it’s divine
You take the cross, I take the line

Every sunrise turns to theater smoke
You set the scene just to watch it choke
I stitched the days, you picked the seam
Naming the ruin like a baby’s dream

Your favorite saint is the ache inside
You never let it fall, you let it guide
I brought a ladder to your private cell
You carved a mantra: I like the hell

You break, I breathe, I call it love
You fall, I bleed, still not enough
We trace the pain like it’s divine
You take the cross, I take the line

My name or the wound, call one to stay
If you bless that ache, I’ll walk away
No more spinning the same old refrain
My name or the wound, break from the chain

If I sink with you, will you finally swim?
If I burn with you, will you call it win?
You say stay while you pull the pin
We make our honeymoon a requiem

Your hurt is a mirror that tightens the chain
Praying to torment, you marry the pain
I called your name, but the choir gets thinner
You feed the phantom and I fade like a sinner