"Untitled"

It shouldn't be this sinking feeling
It shouldn't be a catch in my voice

It should've never been iron bands
Never that smothering cloak 

Robbing me of light

It shouldn't be that icy grip 'round a withered heart
It shouldn't be the cold side of the bed

It should've never been my surrender
It should've never been a furious tempest

Tailwind spinning tossing this kite

It was meant to be a balm
A safehold from all harm
It was meant to be a gentle thaw

Now lost, forevermore