Crayon And Ink

The Arctic surrounding my cold wooden room

I don't think I've ever felt so warm

These waters brought back to me

What I reluctantly believed

And I watched as the four corners gave way

To the ice and the life and the death and the warmth

And they were all joined together



In that one instant

I could feel you crushing me

But I didn't want to remember

What it felt like to be alive

And still feel so cold



In crayon and ink

What I understood the least

Were these words not spoken

Out of fear, or the law of self-sacrifice



And I never thought confirmation

Would come into play

And these words were never going to be

On the tip of your tongue



And I was locked in a place

That I'd never seen before

Without windows but

With curtains hanging on the walls

And I was forced to believe

All I had I had to self-deprivate

But I was proved wrong

When you came back



In a room filled with nothing

This table looked away from me

A kick to your foot, and a twist to your head

And I saw that you were afraid

But if you think that I was just being cold

You don't know how scared I was

Of what I know, what I know, what I know



In crayon and ink

What I understood the least

Were these words not spoken

Out of fear

Or the law of self-sacrifice



And I never thought that confirmation

Would come into play

And these words will never, ever ever

And these words were never going to be on the tip of your...