Catastrophe

You check your phone before I even speak
The excuse was loaded weeks ago
You won't look at me, you look at the floor
Like the truth's a thing you don't yet know
You've rehearsed this look, this tired sigh
The same one you used the last time too
Sooner or later the act runs dry
And there's nothing left of you but you

You can't see what you've done
Every lie leaves a mark
Slowly, one by one
They're swallowing you in the dark

How do you not see
You built this whole catastrophe
It's gotta hurt like hell
Standing outside your own gate
Waiting on something you killed yourself

We're standing here in the wreckage now
One step from the edge of the floor
You think the silence will hide you somehow
Buried under everything you swore
You're the wall, not the hand that mends
Never once turned around to fix
And what you carry, what never bends
Is contempt thick as the River Styx

You'd rather watch it wreck
Than turn and bend your knees
Down on the ground to fix
What you built out of lies and tricks

How do you not see
You built this whole catastrophe
It's gotta hurt like hell
Standing outside your own gate
Waiting on something you killed yourself

Stop hiding behind the weight you made.
You knew the whole time — you're just afraid.
Say the name you've buried in your throat.
This isn't my mess, it's the one you wrote.
It's yours to carry, yours to keep,
And you don't get to sleep.
And you don't get to sleep.

How do you not see
You built this whole catastrophe
It's gotta hurt like hell
Standing outside your own gate
Waiting on something you killed yourself

Catastrophe...
Catastrophe