Puncture Wounds to Heaven

[Verse 1]
I barely
Notice as you pick up all the pieces
How long have I been like this?
You must be tired, and I'm still trying

[Chorus]
To find the words to compensate
For how vacant I've been today
Can't believe that I would take
You for granted, God, I hate myself
For letting you shoulder the weight for two
If it gets too much to hold
I won't blame you if you go

[Verse 2]
In every conversation, you fight for my attention
But I can feel the ennui that wears down your affections
Does it help if I say that I'm sorry?
I know you must be tired
But I'm scared because I
No longer rеcognise myself

[Breakdown]
So whose rolе have I been modelled after?
Mother's warmth and father's laughter
Yet somewhere in between with my anxieties and guilt
Oh, what is the price of my reprieve if not a life of misery?
Held hostage by a blade of shame
With your name at the hilt
But I still can't

[Chorus]
Find the words to compensate for how vacant I have been
Never meant to take you for granted, but I know that I did
God, I hate myself for how you must think about me now
Know how much it hurts to grieve
But please don't hate me if I leave