September Stories - Unopened Letter lyrics

And dear love This is the fifth time that I've written you today Or maybe the sixth, after three they tend to all start to blend together Regardless of the number, the meaning still remains The ink that I've split onto this sheet is stained with the guilt you carried From the first week of knowing you Even those first few words that you uttered out of that entrancing mouth of yours I took too far to heart But the realization that they had steadily become rotten was far more than withstandable No...Convincing myself that what I took for real was just a twisted illusion And that your words could be held with some sense of meaning… Was far easier to withstand You see, I just wanted to act like I had a perfect life, like we were perfect, like nothing else in the world could be anymore perfect But I guess I'll never get that And maybe it was my illusion of perfection Or how that word was engraved in my brain every time you'd look at me with that relentless stare That haunting, creeping stare that I so loathed But I didn't loathe it enough to not let it ensnare me Though I knew of the branches' thorns I let it wrap itself around me Drawing blood with every inch that it covered With every limb that it captured and claimed its own I let it creep and crawl its way around me Until I had nothing left to call my own Which made the cutting of the branches that much harder Pieces of me trapped between the thorns Tearing apart and leaving the hollow being that I like to call a body Cause that's all that was left It's like the lights were on and the water was running But I couldn't have been any further gone Scared, scraped, and just remnants of what I once was Left to rot and wither as the branches claimed what they thought rightfully there's Moving on to the next with no less sympathy than the last For months I tried to hate, tried to resent, tried to forget But I end up laughing instead I know that you're the last person I should want to see, but it's just not that way to me Because every time I look at the scars you left covering the undersides of my arms I only see the beauty that once was I only see the times we enjoyed, and not the times that we regret The times you left me star struck and teary eyed and not broken and alone Please God I just wish you had poured meaning into the word we call “love” Made it more than a word, at least that's how it was to me Even after I've picked out every last thorn that's dug itself neck deep into my skin I can't toss them into the flames like every photo from when I once knew you Because the pain reminds me I wish I'd known what you had wanted Wanted all along Thought you wanted me, my heart on my sleeve I had thought wrong