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You still know authentic me, |
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All I know now is the chemicals pulsating. |
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You don't agree, |
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You promise we all get lost at some point some way. |
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Yeah but the season has changed, Fall has fallen away. |
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So now I'm stuck in this infinite dream, |
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Screaming in my sleep of how more than anything, |
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I need your beautiful slow down. |
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You instruct to cut it out, I say cut one, cut all. |
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But a day will fly on by, |
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And I'll take a deep breath like I never held it at all. |
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Drag me out into the rain, tell me all about the pain, |
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I've been causing and the way it all makes sense with the weather. |
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Tell me he ain't coming back and no synthetic distraction |
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Will ever change the fact, nor make it any better. |
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I'll reply by walking out, illustrate the then and now, |
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Leave you broken like you've been left |
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By the ones that you love most. |
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I am more lost than you could know. |
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You still remember my face, |
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Back when it was pure and sober. |
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Back when my bones were more adequately covered. |
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So you say you won't stop until |
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You've nursed me back to me. |
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And I'll remain someone else, |
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But still admit that more than anything, |
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I need your beautiful slow down. |
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I've been hard at work on my spine. |
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It's where I've directed all my time. |
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To rid these wings itching to fly. |
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They grow, they grow, I try, I try. |
