do you ever feel the weight
of all your closed doors
do you ever think of me
when youre out walking alone
or have you kept clear of those ruined coasts

and ive been trying to reach you
but youre the kind of creature
that does pain on their own
and you do it so beautifully

youre my last memory of better times
better friends, better places, better lies
do you ever think of me when youre out
or have you cut all ties

do you ever feel the heat
of all your burning bridges
those lingering ghosts of
all your maybes and allmosts
or have you kept clear of those ruined coasts

and ive been trying to reach you
but youre the kind of creature
that does pain on their own
and you do it so much better than me