Triangles.

My mind’s a bottomless well
Echoing with doubt
Fury
and drought.

Maybe I’m like my mother after all
Willing to lose everything
Just to take the fall.

I haven’t been completely honest
We have a fine mess on our hands
The weight is too great to bear
and I can’t say this to your face.

This is what we wanted
But it feels so rough
Nothing in this world
Will ever be enough.

Now I can’t help but wonder
Who’s burned into your mind
Cause I know I’ve got someone
Who’s branded into mine.

We’ll always have each other
But what comes in between?
Forever is much longer
Thank we thought it used to seem.