I’ve been known to hide my time
in my head
Days and nights in hind sight
all gone all dead
Giving up on trying
to remember what life was like
before we started dying
There are things I’ll never know
Rivers run and breezes blow
Questions line my bloody throat
Is life a river or a road?
No one leaves it all behind
We’re chained to our disasters
Can you hear me? Nevermind
I know that I’m a bastard
What will it take for me to come clean?
I’m leaning on you while you’re burying me
Somewhere behind me the smoke filled my lungs
and I started drowning, I’m so careless I’m numb
Why must I be so afraid
to shed my
youthful skin and then embrace
a grey sky
None of it makes sense to me
Lightning and thunder
Hope is but a bitter shade
and I’m just a number
Days are carved into a stone
Read my name, fuck my story
Unafraid to die alone
Crying pride, complacent glory
Boys are buried deep in men
and I’m too hard to hear him screaming
I’ll just stain the air again
breathing skyward without meaning
(chorus again)
Inside of me, promises repeat
I’m wading the deep in a sunless shroud
Falling asleep, dying to dream
sinking away from the surface down
Sink to float, self-imposing
Purge to bloat, graced in closing
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