You had a rhythm I couldn’t follow
A quiet tick beneath your skin
Like something built to keep on turning
But never let nobody in
I saw the fault lines in your silence
Heard the slip inside your breath
Thought if I stayed and worked it slowly
I could wind you back from death
I brought the oil, I brought the patience
Tried aligning every part
But every time I thought you’d open
You just locked another start
You’ve got a wind-up heart
That only beats when someone turns the key
I gave you all my time
But you were never really there for me
I thought love meant staying longer
Turning screws until it fit
But some things aren’t for fixing
No matter how much time you give
So I’ll set the tools down gently
Wipe the grease from off my hands
You can keep your quiet turning
I’m finally letting go…
of what I couldn’t understand