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The Story Was Mine

[Verse 1]
Oh I breathed you in
But you didn’t come back out
I don’t remember it now
But I know the fall out
Tried to mess my mind but you left no doubt
A permanent low
Your hands stuck around my throat
Now I’m losing sleep
Cause when I do I know I’ll dream
And I know it’s only nightmares waiting for me

[Pre-Chorus]
Now everybody sings
Everybody sings

[Chorus]
“All hail the ruiner
All hail the king”
They called him my lover
But I don’t remember a thing
Now he’s stains on my body like ink
On the pages of my story
He goes down in glorious
Endings, divine
Everyone forgets
The story was mine

[Verse 2]
Steel my spine
Take the blows
They praise his name
And I’m the true foe
The monster mother’s tell their boys about at night
“Oh, she’ll ruin you
So keep your name clean
Oh, she’ll ruin you”
But about his hands she never says a thing

Why didn’t you tell him
Why didn’t you say
Sometimes damnation
Is a street that goes both ways

[Pre-Chorus]
Now everybody sings
Everybody sings

[Chorus]
“All hail the ruiner
All hail the king”
They called him my lover
But I don’t remember a thing
Now he’s stains on my heart like ink
On the pages of my story
He goes down in glorious
Endings, divine
Everyone forgets
The story was mine

[Bridge]
I saw it coming
And it still knocked me off my feet
I saw it coming
And it still took the breath out of me
They call him a king
So what does that make me?
They call him a king
So guess that makes me

[Chorus]
All hail the ruiner
All hail the king
They called him my lover
But I don’t remember a thing
Now he’s stains on my mind like ink
On the pages of my story
He goes down in glorious
Endings, divine
Everyone forgets
I will never forget
I can never forget

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I Am Not His Savior

She lies she lies –
Tell me you love me.
She smiles she smiles –
Tell me you’re happy.
She cries she cries –
Baby, I’m sorry.
She tries to feel things that were never there
–A well of emotions lying untouched behind her ribs –
But the well is empty, perhaps it was never full;
It cannot save a field of dying crops and it cannot save the man.
She watches him drown before her, arms treading water,
His mouth barely dragging in air.
She has done this to him, but maybe he has done it to himself.
The sand of the shore feels wet and smooth beneath her feet, begging her to come out, to save the dying man.
The water froths violently at her ankles –
She doesn’t know how to swim, doesn’t know how to save him, wishes he had never asked her to.
The moon pushes the tide and the tide pushes her.
She is caught in this war that she never asked to fight –
Her mind wants to give in but her heart remains unmoved in her chest.
The moon pushes the tide and the tide pushes her,
But she is a wall of stone; she will not be moved.
Baby, I’m sorry –
She cries she cries.
Tell me you’re happy –
She frowns she frowns.
Tell me you love me –
She speaks the truth.
She opens her mouth and the tide rushes in, attempting to drown her words.
But when the waves recede, they bring with them the turning of the tide, the setting of their sun.
The man is waiting.
Tell me you love me –

…No.