The Sentence

You're sitting on the edge of that velvet chair
Picking at the threads like the answer's hidden there
And your phone's a grenade, glowing on the floor
He's texting I'm sorry for the hundredth time, or more
And I'm just the guy who brought the overpriced wine
Watching you orbit a Sun that refuses to shine
I want to reach out, to reset your bones
But I'm allergic to the way your sadness moans

The air in this kitchen is heavy and stale
Like a library book that's a decade past fail
And you're looking at me for a spark or a sign
But I've misplaced the matches to your specific design

And that's the sentence I handed it down
To be the only person who let's you drown
It's not a courtroom, it's just my front door
I'm the witness who doesn't want to hear anymore
I'm a luxury car with no gas in the tank
A hollowed-out vault in a bankrupt bank
My crime isn't malice, or a heart made of stone
It's knowing I'm better off being useless alone

He's a bad habit you wear like a vintage coat
A catchy refrain with a blade at the throat
And you're asking me: Why?, like I'm some kind of priest
When I'm just the spectator at your private feast
I like the idea of saving the day
But I'm tired of the parts I'm expected to play
You're a beautiful mess, a high-definition blur
And I'm the static noise where we both once were

And that's the sentence I handed it down
To be the only person who let's you drown
It's not a courtroom, it's just my front door
I'm the witness who doesn't want to hear anymore
I'm a luxury car with no gas in the tank
A hollowed-out vault in a bankrupt bank
My crime isn't malice, or a heart made of stone
It's knowing I'm better off being useless alone

I handed you my heart, but it never took shape
Handed you my heart, but it never took shape
I tried to hold you, but I'm always too late
Tried to hold you, always too late
I handed you my heart, but it never took shape
Handed you my heart, but it never took shape
I tried to hold you, but I'm always too late
Tried to hold you, always too late

And that's the sentence I handed it down
To be the only person who let's you drown
It's not a courtroom, it's just my front door
I'm the witness who doesn't want to hear anymore
I'm a luxury car with no gas in the tank
A hollowed-out vault in a bankrupt bank
My crime isn't malice, or a heart made of stone
It's knowing I'm better off being useless alone