Atlas

You shook your head
It rattled my foundations like
I was built on top of you
An island with a view

But you're so alone
scared of dying
and of phone calls
How'd you get so small?
My teardrop, your rainfall

It's not how it used to be
you breathing fire
while I'm away
me coming back to scorched trees

now when you move
I am like the stones
you throw when you are
in one of those moods
I can be cruel, too
I can be cruel, too