Sadness Plays On Repeat

quaking hands from the cold,
I figure I'm better suited,
with the new than the old,
when my words and thoughts collide,
you better save yourself,
find a place hide,
start to erase these lines,
of the big wide tree,
and the solid branches that we bind,

breaking horizons and sorting sunsets,
I can think of things that you're upset with,
try to blink and remove bad dreams,
but they're in between the the bed sheets,
I can always mean when I speak,
but my words quiver, when sadness is on repeat,

pointing fingers and causing blame,
why do it at all,
when the end result is fame,
show the mirrors to magicians,
revealing trap doors,
ruin surprises, along with their ambition,

no need to creep away,
I see exactly where you stand,
the middle of the sidewalk and the doormat,

breaking horizons and sorting sunsets,
I can think of things that you're upset with,
try to blink and remove bad dreams,
but they're in between the the bed sheets,
I can always mean when I speak,
but my words quiver, when sadness is on repeat,