My heart is a sponge
And it’s being ringed out
My heart is a sponge
And it’s drying out
My heart is a rock
And it’s being thrown around
All the rich purple and reds
Are watering down
The blood isn’t bright
The more you get in
The more comes out
I get the chills
When the white light begins to burn out
I get a fever
When the ice melts
When the cool breeze hurts
My heart is a sponge
And it’s falling apart
My heart is a rock
Sitting on the other side
Being slowly cut by the wind
By the sand
By Gods hand
A broken fingerless stub
That’s fondled the absolute worst of man
My heart is a sponge
I’d like to think I’m making a difference
But I don’t know
Jul 3, 2022
Jul 3, 2022 at 2:43 PM UTC
My heart is a sponge
And it’s being ringed out
My heart is a sponge
And it’s drying out
My heart is a rock
And it’s being thrown around
All the rich purple and reds
Are watering down
The blood isn’t bright
The more you get in
The more comes out
I get the chills
When the white light begins to burn out
I get a fever
When the ice melts
When the cool breeze hurts
My heart is a sponge
And it’s falling apart
My heart is a rock
Sitting on the other side
Being slowly cut by the wind
By the sand
By Gods hand
A broken fingerless stub
That’s fondled the absolute worst of man
My heart is a sponge
I’d like to think I’m making a difference
But I don’t know
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