Colder

The crack on the mirror grows a little each day
Since the moment you ran away
You’re like a cab driver I met the other day
You’ll take me where I want to go but I know I’ll have to pay
If you had just said something kind
I would’ve left this life behind
And if I saw the answer clear
I’d whisper it into your ear
But I’ve put all my tools back upon the shelf
I’m through trying to fix you cause you won’t repair yourself
And like a marble slab boulder
I’ve grown colder
I’ve gotten older too
And I’ve gotten over you

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