There was that point in time where we knew where each other stood
Up to points of late I felt it was yearbook spread we had shared
When did we dismount? When did we sleep alone? Where did our actions mean nothing and our words began to carry the weight?
When did I become someone so easy to dispense and dispose?

The only difference between today and our past is that I vocalized
that simplistically skewable emotion I felt to carry months ago
When I told you that I meant every word delivered with sobriety
You chose to run and wait for higher grounds at least that's where my mind is leading me now.