I hope you felt like a million bucks today,
pretty girl.
I hope you felt beautiful,
valuable.
We're spoken sparks in that old rain.
Built our love
from dust and pain.
Our hands were steel,
our hearts were flame.
But even fire forgets its name.
You promised gold,
I gave you trust.
Now all that shines is a reddened rust.
The gears still turn, but out of tune.
Our heavens now a diamond moon.
And I can hear the echoes fade.
Through every crack our silence made.
This
is the language of rust.
Where love corrodes, where hope turns dust.
Every word faded here,
we're still painted with the ghost of you.
Time won't heal it, just adjust.
We flew in now,
in the language of rust.
There was a world
that couldn't last.
Each promise welded to the past.
Your voice now sounds like broken wire.
Still humming soft through old desire.
But I still dream in shades of gray.
The way the metal speaks.
Every crack remembers us.
The silence,
the trust.
The aftermath of what we must.
Every scar,
a quiet song.
Every ending still feels wrong.
We built forever,
turned to dust and learned to speak.
The language of rust.
It still remembers.
It still bleeds.
The rust still speaks.
Our Creed.