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Teeth-marks on My Tongue

We are standing at the point of reckoning
Watching closely as this chapter’s pages turn
Up ahead I see the choices beckoning
Do we rebuild the bridge, or let the old thing burn?

And I’ve spent countless hours measuring the silence
I’ve got sleepless nights and teeth-marks on my tongue
I can no longer let your pendulum define us
Hold my breath and wait to see which way it swung

And oh, we’ve got too much history to walk with our losses
Even so, there can be no more staying and salting our sores
Although it is no mystery the price it would cost
To take the wheel of this wedge and re-chart its course

I’ve seen your dance so many times I can imitate it
It seems you think my life is your revolving door
Oh but the line is fine between love and need
Between truth and what is jaded
And is this empty mess worth fighting for?

And I’m sorting through what is true love and what’s merely obligation?
Could this be your capricious heart, or my own expectations?
So tell me, is the horse dead yet?
Tell me, is the horse dead, yet?