Distance myself from your eggshell life
before my eyes stand witness to the cracks that tap it open
if you could only live third person
Maybe then we'd still be something
more than sound waves synchronizing
we still harmonize, no longer with our lives
in notes and words and firsts and thirds and major 7th chords
A measure in your presence
our discord lacks resemblance
of the melody we used to be
a song i thought that we'd keep playing and playing
and I stopped praying years ago
We've lost color despite this summer's heat
constantly bearing down the pressure's now crushing me
highways buckle, and my days shuffle on and on
you've been gone for weeks as I fracture with the streets.
It's unfortunate that Marietta disbanded, but they couldn't have ended on a better note. As it Were is a reflection into a lot of youths' struggle with both aging and losing friends to time, and that it's okay to feel those things, even if for a little while. Halfrican Jones