I want to stop worrying about all the things I should forget

My knight in rusted armour
Lay down your beaten sword
Your brethren are below your every step
Our king is upon a throne to a burning kingdom
Your princess lays asleep in an open casket

My knight in rusted armour

And some days I wish I could tell myself I’m okay
Without crumbling beneath the weight

If this bed is to be my burial ground
I will lay in it anyway

I cannot remember my happiness
I can find it in dandelions and sleeping under the sun at just the right peak
I can find it in figures and posters that make me excited but I can’t remember the last time I just went to sleep
When I didn’t crumble beneath the bedsheets
That good day I had was a distant memory
When I want to wake up for tomorrow
Not wishing to stay in my bed
When my excitement becomes disappointment because I have no one to tell
I am happy in a way that makes me sad

Sometimes when you say I love you
I wonder if you drank poison
Because you spit it out
Like it’ll leave a bad after taste