I've tried to rip our pages out
But then our story won't close
I've tried to read new things
But I just hear the same tale retold
Do I put you on the shelf?
Let you collect dust, grow old
Or do I carry you around
Till you grow easier to hold
Maybe it's not that the fog hasn't lifted
It's that I still can't see a thing
It's that I add more steel to my armor
And all it does is leave me weak
Cause I know the only way over is through
But what I don't even have I can't stand to lose
Maybe it's not that I won't survive you
It's that I don't want to
If I dress in the same patterns
I'm never gonna wear new pain
If I keep using shades of you
I'll never paint love with new stains
If I keep looking for evidence
I'm never gonna build a new case
That I as always worthy of that kind of love
I just looked in the wrong face