silver smoke - wildest winter

Tear my heart in two

That I sewed up just for you

Ease your tendency

To bite the hand that feeds you

Play the good man in every story that I tell

Confessions burning my throat till I spill them

Lock my feelings with the key around your neck

Pace the corridors filled with portraits of yourself

Now I breathe the silver smoke

That polished your heart of stone

Held my breath through the cold

That left a permanent scar

I used to burn in blue for you

Because green never suited you

Now I burst out of the iron chains

Poisoning your silver flames

Gray November skies

Rain down like acid burning through the ice

It probably isn't wise

To curse the city that could freeze your time

Forever

Play the good man in every story that I tell

Confessions burning my throat till I spill them

Lock my feelings with the key around your neck

Pace the corridors filled with portraits of yourself

Now I breathe the silver smoke

That polished your heart of stone

Held my breath through the cold

That left a permanent scar

I used to burn in blue for you

Because green never suited you

Now I burst out of the iron chains

Poisoning your silver flames

You let the sparkling ash, settle on every fault line

But I've memorized where each of them lie

Make me promise once or twice 

That I won't change my mind

But I can love your scars only if you learn to love mine

Now I breathe the silver smoke

That polished your heart of stone

Held my breath through the cold

That left a permanent scar

I used to burn in blue for you

Because green never suited you

Now I burst out of the iron chains

Poisoning your silver flames

-Neha Bhende