The view from here

I wanted you to know that your impression still holds my heart in place,
As I step outside an ever watchful sense of pride.
I wanted you to find some secret you had pressed behind your eyes
Night after night as we undressed under a blackout blanket sky.
I pulled this all apart for you
To spin it back into something time and better judgment couldn’t undo

I’ve been down to the bottom of everything,
And I’ll be around when your grip slips and you do the same
I wanted you to say not to worry, there was nothing to explain.
But every batting lash and borrowed passion wouldn’t last.
I poured out my pride for you, over this bed where
We prayed but nothing ever grew

I’ve been down to the bottom of everything,
And I’ll be around when your grip slips and you do the same.
Talk until you turn back into a different version
Of your disassembled person and
I’ve heard enough. I’ve heard enough