Obsidian

Take me back to that bookshelf in October

With a rusty armchair that creaked as the winds blew closer

I remember we didn't care about a thing,

as long as i had you and you pulled me closer

Take me back to when blue was my favourite colour

Before you took my hand and made my world duller

Tell me what did you gain with all that venom

you spilled unto my lips that summer

Take me back to when words were nothing but words

Not triggers shaking my internal storms

Tell me why did you wreck the home that holds you

Tell me why did you break the ones that love you

Your house was warm, and you were kind

But maybe i was nothing more than colourblind

I ate you up and believed all of the lies

Now october means nothing but dead eyes and lullabies

I miss how happy life was

Before you gave a meaning to all that i see

Every colour, every whisper, every street

Now has a memory of you and me.

And if i happened to move across seas

Obsidian will follow me, every year i'll repeat history

By singing dead eyes on the street

October i wont be able to avoid, every calendar will mark it for sure

No one knows what it means but to me it’ll always be

A heartbreak anniversary.

Take me back to that bookshelf in october,

Before the nights got way colder,

Before you left my bed and left my life

Causing internal thoughts of suicide.

Maybe if i read one more page, skipped the coffee that day

Maybe if i was a little late, i wouldn't have met you

And you wouldn't have left me.

I don't really know much anymore,

i've lost myself when you walked out that door

Now i sound like a broken record on repeat

And all your name means is defeat

All the letters i once loved,

Mean nothing but defeat.