Canon by Chris Garneau

The pain you promised me
You’d take away
Honestly
You faked it
Wound me up
For nothing

The shame won’t quiet me
This weight won’t die in me
I will take the blame
Smoke it in the palm of my hand
Like it’s nothin’
Nothin’ at all
I will take the blame

Oh that’s not the prize I had my eyes on
Not a work of art, not a canon
Oh we said our goodbyes
Petrified the tears huh
Just a cross we carved
Not a canon

Sorry you fell for me
Now unchain your melody
Make it
Sound free
Or something
And I will take the blame

Oh that’s not the prize I had my eyes on
Not a work of art, not a canon
But we said our goodbyes
Petrified the tears huh
Just a cross we carved
Not a canon

The weight of love
Never moved me
Closer to you
And the echoes of
Images stuck —
They died with you

Now the nightmare’s done
Now the strings hum
Like they used to
And the ache of love
Burned to dust
Oooh

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