Be patient with me
I’m still a work in progress

Somedays I seem put together
But that paint’s not dry just yet

One day I’ll get this right
I’m sorry

hold your hands to a fire,
that you can't pull from.
paint them red,
and call it love.

twist your neck in the cage,
where you once felt free.
as you float towards the moon,
you claw at the trees.

heaven hides,
but she's calling me.

the voices keep getting louder
the wall comes up too slow
there is no divison between us
her words are now my own

there's no one quite like it
the voice in your head
it tells you you're pretty
than tells you you're dead
there for you in silence
there for all the pain
it picks up the pieces
it cut out of your brain

my body shivers from the pleasure
my heart breaks at the thought
my sin takes me whenever
my morals shot