The Wreath and the Follower

You belong in Austin
It's where your heart's always been
You said I never paid attention
But I was listening to all you were saying

Every word still resonates
Your sense of fear, your sins and faith
And all you wish you could embrace
Were we a step or an escape?

Well, maybe I was wrong
But maybe you were too
It's just the self-destructive system that we both fell into
Symbiotic in nature with nothingness to give
Blind eyes see no perspective

Left yourself in Portland
Or what portions you had left
So damaged and it's obvious
Destruction craves an audience
And I swear that you need help, but won't accept it
Though it kills to know I can't give it
I've done everything but admit that
It's just as much on me

Maybe I was wrong
But we both know you were too
It's the fucked-up situations that you always pulled me into

Symbiotic in nature with nothingness to give
Blind eyes see no perspective

But that night, you lit up my eyes like a field of fireflies
And in that brief moment, I could see
That I was blinded by my inconsistencies

I felt my chest decompress
I laid the old me to rest
And as he haunts my dreams, I'm not obsessed
I'm enlightened, not blessed