The Sum of My Faults

I’m just a thought that you had before you fell asleep
No features, just feelings and colors smeared across a screen
You’re at the start of all that you’ve wanted to be
And I’m out of lies to rehearse and plans to destroy

A passing dream, blood dried in the sink
An empty glass on a window sill
A stranger to the ideas we once believed
But I hope you come home after you’ve given up on your dreams
Saw you standing there with those green eyes
You seemed so afraid

I’m not so sure that I’m not the sum of my faults
But you’ve got a way of believing things end up okay
The living room’s mute, sans a fan that’s been humming all night
And you always get what you want, but it’s never enough

A chalk outline, a footnote in a book
The tick you have when you get nervous
We’ll carry on to where we need to be
But I hope you come home after you’ve given up on your dreams
Saw you standing there with those green eyes
You seemed so afraid