glass bottles

When I heard of the broken bones and shattered glass
all I could think of was hurt feelings and bruised pride
and the cold empty space it left between us
and the good chance that you could have died
and no one understood, why it was exactly that I was so upset
I think what it was is realization
as I thought of us while watching the sun set
and nothing scares me more than this one consideration

We hold our lives in glass bottles
and they are oh so fragile
we fight and survive so many battles
but thos bottles can be smashed without a struggle
and theres nothing we can say or do
that can save us when our time is through

when we fought last night
like we always tend to do
and when you left, I was overcome with fright
because I know my realization is true
What if you bend so much, that you finally break
and the last thing you heard me say is "I hate you"
and you never realize how much is truly at stake
and you never know, because I never said "I love you"
itd be so easy right now to apologize
but I fumble and struggle to pick up the phone
I just sit in bed and agonize
and you wont know how much you meant to me, all youll know is that tonight you died alone