Vessels - Bad Moves

Blood or election

Am I the choice you’d have made if you had known

The daughter I’d make and the dreams that you’d let go?

Sick of could-have-beens

I’ll settle for distance and matters we ignore

Freeing myself from the heaviness of hope

Vessels and lore

Wilt and wither within me

Bled to the core

You live on without me

Your quiet rejection

The brick in my stomach as I reach for the phone

That tethers me still to a long-forgotten home

A severed connection

Cut for my own protection

The will that it takes to be seen as my own

Blood or election

Would you have chose if you had known

A single direction

For the one you call your own

Live on without me

Within these vessels

It’s all coulda been, coulda been

For the one you call your own

Vessels and lore

Live on without me

It’s all coulda been, coulda been

For the one you call your own

Vessels and lore

Live on without me

It’s all coulda been, coulda been

For the one you call your own