as I swam out the bathroom/ all eyes attempted to not notice/
swallowing the knife and avoiding the lights/ they'd have to dig deep for resolution
one ear turned at the drip/ she knew the sound as my heavy shell hit
I was out like at the end of senior year and quiet like in nineth grade/ twelve cuts cut all the risk
Leave your pity, take the guilt
I'm only looking for a warmth I once read about
no gravestones or dramatic line of cars
Just tired and damn sure of it
when my mind is sure then my hands will follow
I grazed a life not lost, but abandoned/ sunken in to a cool, dry place in my head/
away from the hum of a fleshy machine/ I felt a weight on my chest/
Leave your pity, take the guilt
I'm only looking for a warmth I once read about
no gravestones or dramatic line of cars
Just tired and damn sure of it
when my mind is sure then my hands will follow
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About Me
- Latin For Charles
- I'm a musician, a songwriter, a liar, a fraud, a debtor, and a pretty cool dude.
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