You got your hands over your ears. You've got your mouth running on. You've got your eyes looking for something that can never be found, like a reason. Good god I don't need a reason.
I never thought too hard on dying before. I never thought on the dying. I never held a hand to dying before, and now I'm feeling the dying. And you've got to, you've got to give me a shot. Give me the pill. Give me the jewel. Now you've gotten to judging my world.
If I thought it would help I would never leave myself all alone in front of the camera crew's view. But for all I know the only tale that would be told would be that it was me, not them, who was insane.
What the fuck, do I think I'm full as the fire? I know nothing of the first side of the flames. We act so pure. We go to feel the burn. Who the fuck do I think I am fooling as if I know the first thing of sacrifice or selflessness? They say that slag gets hard. Survive the flames unscarred and get a righteous calling card.
It's sad but it's all true so I guess it'll have to do. Trust the broken wing, trust the bird that doesn't sing. I just want to sleep away the hour beneath the sun's extreme. When you begin to dream you say nothing's new, but that makes fucking zero sense coming from you.
Waking up in the sun overdue from avoiding everyone. When you come I'll interview those bricks beginning to harden. Last five minutes with the toll you're of nothing but. With pride you're up all night but this time no one is home. Come pick me up.
Now that it's night I've seen our silhouette fade and weaken to gray. We used to be sharp against the light-- our empathy weaponized, our history bleaching out during the day. What you're after is erasure. We're the weeds you need a path mowed through, cleared for you. You won't fall. As if that's all we have to leave? To bleed for the blank you want to fill and the heart you want to kill?
I'm like a new hole in the head. With an ache in my heart and thorn in my side I've got nowhere to run, no place left to hide. I got up and felt temptation like blackboard indignation. It feels like it's raining all the time. At the end of the day, when it's all down the drain, I'll be fine.
