Cup Your Hands

Suddenly this bedroom’s new
And it’s laced with a cold, heavy truth
You cup your hands to your mouth
To try and catch all of the words coming out
Your fingers a net, the words are the fish
And you’re straining out everything that’s led us to this
Eyes get blurry and the weight of an almost empty room
Feels like its crushing every last bit of me and you

But I know what you’re thinking
That nothing ever comes to a close this quickly
But believe me that every word was straight from the chest
Especially the part about wishing that we had never met

A sudden rush out through the door into the car
I can hear you crying without listening hard
Next time you see me I’ll be bearing your things
You may need the comfort of them more then me
You look down and start to bat your eyes
A feeble attempt to keep everything inside
The eyelids the wall that separates
Feeling shitting and feeling great

But I know what you’re thinking
“How could this happen to me?”
But believe me it was all straight from the chest
And it’s in that box that you hold in your hands

But I know what you’re thinking,
Nothing ever ends this quickly
Well, except for you and me