I could feel a hot one taking me down, for a moment I could feel the force
Fainted to the point of tears, you were holding on to make a point
What's the point?
I am but a clean man, stable and alone man
Make it so I won't have to try, so I face the fact that I'm just fine
I said I'm just fine, I'm just fine
I remember head down, after you had just found out
Manna is a hell of a drug and I need a little more I think
Because enough is never quite enough, what's enough?
I took like a grown man crying on the pavement
hoping you would show your face, But I haven't heard a thing you've said
in at least a couple hundred days, what'd you say?
I was in the front seat shaking it out, and I was asking if you felt alright
I never want to hear the truth, I want to hear your voice, it sounded fine
My voice, it sounded fine
I could feel my heartbeat taking me down and for the moment I would sleep alright
I'm dealing with a selfish fear to keep me up another restless night
The blood was dry, it was sober, the feeling of audible cracks
And I could tell it was over from the curtains that hung from your neck
And I realized then you were perfect, and my teeth ripping out of my head
And it looked like a painting I once knew, back when my thoughts weren't entirely intact
To pray for what I thought were angels ended up being ambulances
And the Lord showed me dreams of my daughter, she was crying inside your stomach
and I felt love again.
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