Erin Ash Sullivan - Don’t Want to Keep Score

Don’t Want to Keep Score

Was it your hand or mine that poured oil on top of that flame
Fanned the fire into bloom as our words filled the room
And warmed to the patterns of heartache and blame
As we took up the weapons we knew and the armor we wore
The hunger had gone for the lines we had drawn
I don’t care, I don’t want to keep score

Was it your arms or mine that felt empty that night in the dark
One pillow left smooth, too much room to move
A flickering candle forlorn for its spark
And the lingering echo of pride as it fell to the floor
Wishing that we had known winning’s bitter alone
I don’t care, I don’t want to keep score

We keep besting each other to take back a miserable crown
Don’t saw at the beams lest you’re willing to watch the whole house come down

Was it your mouth or mine that said sorry one moment too late
Let the other cut in, too eager to win
To whirl us around in a waltz of debate
As we build up a shrine to the words that we wielded before
Though the dance brings us low, they’re the steps that we know
I don’t care, I don’t want to keep score