another day im holding my own head under water
another day im feeling cold while the weathers hotter
a dream awake one full of slaughter
all ink will spill, i am the blotter

i woke up wanting to die again.
or maybe its wanting to live?
im not so sure anymore..
i feel like im drifting☆
out of dreams but...
not quite into a
conciousness

shotgun shotgun
many many meanings

a pleasant car ride with those you love
the fields are waves in an ocean and you are the current
the skies changing colours, showing emotion
the music feeling warm and cold, comforting

a car, a ship, a love, a gun

checking the phone, messages are hidden
a lie is told, none are forgiven
gaslighting, screaming, I will not give in
threaten to crash.. too close to the wall you've driven.

a car, a lie, a cry, a gun

shotgun shotgun
many many meanings
close my eyes pretend I'm dreaming
when I'm alone its not a threat
I'm giving my soul, it's owed
its debt.

shotgun shotgun
many many meanings
have fun cleaning my brains off the ceilings.

come with me
ill take you down
to a place that only i know
dark and frozen
my core is shedding

my shadow
glaring and deep
its where i live
with the worms

i am dirt no one is below me

i am waiting for the day
the earth
swallows me
and i sink far down
into the depths
of myself
to see what i fear

i am waiting for the day
i snap
and swallow
more than i should
not caring
not seeing
going away

i am waiting for the day
i feel peace
and become a swallow
full of love
and light
and peace

time passing
everlasting
slow and steady wins the race
trespassing
contrasting
ill sneak and slither through with grace

time is nothing, infinite and vast, far beyond our knowledge
we still beg to understand.
if you accept that time is an ocean and you are just the sand
you will move in peace with the current
just let the tides take you and settle where you land

looking into your eyes is my eternity
but i am not yours

all i want is for you to know everything that you are
but you do not want to hear it
not from me

you are the feeling of walking in soft grass
and stepping on a scorpion

you are the feeling of wanting to go to sleep so badly
but the lights are behind your eyes
and you cant turn them off

you are the feeling of knowing exactly what your purpose is
and then forgetting everything youve ever known

and now you're back