Tired Hands

It fell from heaven on an anchor
Dragged our love to the sea
I fought a wave of hesitation
To keep reminding myself to breath
The world is sinking into me and through it
It’s all too exhausting

So retreat from all the years we don’t have or carry on
There’s an old fire in your chest and it does a violent dance
I can’t keep fighting your battles when my patience is spent
What’s the point in finding balance if you never make amends
And we all die in our struggles with the same tired hands?
Put your beliefs in the ground and let your love run amok

We choose distractions over sleep
And find no answers in between
I feel defeated and bruised but I’ll learn to make do
Before I find myself as fragile as you
Knowing all these years will put you in a grave

Knowing all these years that I don’t have the heart to bear