nicest thing

five days after black and red collide.
the motion sickness past, i'll be the first to stand.
behind that weathered door, i thought it would be safest.
my head is dizzy now, i thought we'd overcome.
we might not make it home tonight.
crawling on the ash, she's pitiful.
she lost her sense of light; she has to hold my hand.
had i known we might be two kids without their jackets
my fear would come alive, i wouldn't love her now.
she might not make it home tonight.
get up.
get up.
get up.



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I relive it, the way you looked at me, the way you waited.
The way you told me to keep warm and how badly that broke both our hearts.
You knocked on the door to my heart.
I tried to answer.
And I can't tell if it's because I was afraid, or because I got lost along the way, but I never opened the door.
I couldn't leave you on the doorstep, freezing.
But I couldn't open the door.
So I did what I knew: I sent you away.

You were my shoulder to cry on, and now you're gone when I need you the most.