that expression you can't understand

yeah, that one. the one where i’m off somewhere and it seems to be somewhere maybe not as nice as here. that’s the expression where i’m looking at someone else’s pain—pain i’m probably responsible for. pain i wish i could ease, salve, or at least numb. not because i feel guilty (even though i do) but because i don’t want her to hurt.

there are dreams in there that i broke—mine and hers. the jagged edges of those dreams cut both ways, and there’s no bandage for that kind of wound.

i can only say i’m sorry so many times, but even so, i don’t stop wanting to say it.

life is for believing
that your heart can turn to gold