[prod. by mr. master]

[verse 1:]

My second time on that bridge, I remembered

The rail that I leaned my bike against

Where I craned my neck over

And gazed through my reflection

Moon sat in the same seat, breeze same direction

And I still can't cry

I left her stranded at a dive, I dove

Pedaling frantic, voices echoing the stories she told

Tales of abuse, distrust, vices that bind, and lovers who fold

With each turn of these wheels, I author one more

Building a home

Doomed to be haunted

Her resources brittle and my tools exhausted

She needed shelter. I needed someone, so I helped her

A wish-it-was love, stitched up and severed

Maybe this time

If I well up my eyes

Stare straight at her truth and my lies...

Bone dry

What am I gonna do?

Every time I said I love her

My heart said I still love you

[instrumental break]

[verse 2:]

My first time on that bridge, I was lost

Twenty-three hundred miles off track

Met you on one coast, and flew to the other

Before I could call you back

You called me

And lit a fire as bright as a fire

Lit by LCD screens can be

Bright enough to lose sleep

Eagerness slips to anxiety when focus shifts

From texting to the silence in between

No reply so I make up my own

Can’t love the same over phone

I can't hear you, you're breaking up

Alone, building a home

Twenty-three hundred miles apart

Always finish what I start, especially with my heart

Loved with a vision too tunnel to listen

When heartstrings snap from too long of a distance

Why can’t you be here?

Why can't I be there?

Hearing your voice without feeling your breath

I want air we can share

Instead, it's winds as cold as my stare, off of this bridge

Strain for a shred of a tear I can shed

Bare. I should be sobbing

Maybe the fact I can't is a sign

How's my body supposed to cry for a heart

That was only ever in my mind?

Open to loss if I can't find closure

My third time on that bridge

I rode right over