We’re outside in the fading cold
Just wanting to light the candle
Neither of us have a match
The weights too much to handle
Always pour the water out
Sometimes a splash too fast
Running your core dry sometimes
Just thinking it won’t last
Always thought these were sturdy grounds
Then it started to shake
Turns out you were the foundation
Under too much weight
Don’t know I’m sorry
but I feel it every time
when I see all the depletion
part of the fault is mine
Made of a sturdy sort
A kind that can’t be bent
but when the light hits just right
we see we left some dents
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