Don't don't don't don't let it out they will hate you, it's not irrational it's not it's not it's not
You think to ******* fast, bile tumbles out of my mouth and poisons their ears
Shut up shut shut up shut up the shakes and spasms are the earthquakes of memories of a sword with a dull edge and a deadly hilt
They are not sore, and he bloodies himself with a ghost
Wrong ******* wrong, they all hate you, kindness as empty as disappointment

If you are looking for forgiveness baby you will need to move that *** you wouldn't shut up about a few years back
If you want an out lover I'm not giving you one, stare at your screen and scream
Don't push my head under drowning love only to realize you don't like the way water feels on your hands
Cuz I'm past empty apologies, you lead me to sweet acid and I'm not ready to show your burns but I'm not putting on a painted mask

New old records play as the caster of my shadow gets a new job because he is wilder than wonderland
New old records play as my source is tamed by long dark hair and eyes the color of earth
New old records play as my father disappoints his father as easy as habit
New old records play as my mother flexes a rebellious muscle again
New old records play as my role model prays that the caster of my shadow will age like the wine they love
New old records play as the shadow dances gleefully in a field, unaware of the commitment, the anguish, the love around him
Old records play as the shadow out grows the subject and makes a 12 year old a meal from rote

Some men look for Jesus, but I'm looking for Cain
I'm vibrating out of my skin and I'm not looking for saving I'm looking to be shaken by the earth
I'm done, don't help me I'm going on a walk
Something is broken and my muscles are done limping, I'm gonna tear it out, throw it to your feet and turn my back to your reflection
Masks, excuses, and old scars have shaken off and if I die that's ok, I'd like a go at being a flower

I have been showed the flowers and the garbage and I can't tell them apart
I said give me your palm, I will read the future, but really I'm just addicted to the rivers of your hand

Look how tall I have grown aren't you proud
Your boy may be loud but he still cries with the tv
I shouldn't have to dance around the words of my home, the sentences here are daggers, I've learned to parry but I'm tired of defense, I'm tried of hours long car rides to the park and dark nights spent in strange beds

Some men look for Jesus, but I'm looking for Cain
I'm vibrating out of my skin and I'm not looking for saving I'm looking to be shaken by the earth
I'm done, don't help me I'm going on a walk
Something is broken and my muscles are done limping, I'm gonna tear it out, throw it to your feet and turn my back to your reflection
Masks, excuses, and old scars have shaken off and if I die that's ok, I'd like a go at being a flower