Old thorns are pulling into my scalp
While my brain prays that it’s worthy of these wounds
That I’ve built for myself
That you’ve built for me
That I still think I need
That maybe I need
While new Gravity keeps at the meat of my cheeks
Drowning me – down into a distant enemy
Of a world where I know what I want
and I don’t know you
and I don’t know truth
and I pray I'm a fool
Where the words are all I see and breathe
And just when I grow my wings
It’s my arms that I need
It’s my arms that I need
This place where the blood in my eyes turns everything red
Where the truthful are the week and the deaf are the blind
Where the daydreams can speak but can never be said
Where everything exists but nothing’s a sign
And the blood is my power
And the blood is my gain
And I can’t feel love or it was all for vain
All for the specter hiding inside of my brain
The thorns here are brittle, and my hate is my love
And the dirt under my nails is close as any glove
Thread born by a place ignored from above
In a pathway that won’t be lit
But you still think I’m worth it.
But Maybe I’m worth it
But Maybe I’m worth it
But
-Sometimes I don't even understand how these thoughts get into my brain-
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