I thought of you today
Waking up with you as the backs of my eyelids isn't promising
I can't even blink you away
So I cover my eyes with my hands
Hoping for the darkness to muddle your features
But you've imprinted yourself on the palms of my hands
And so I see you
There's no escaping it today
For today is just one of those days
Where every wall I see,
You're a brick
And every sip of water I take,
You're a drop
And every song I listen to,
You're the voice
And I can't stop hearing it
I climb some trees
To get high off of the earth
I smoke some trees
To get higher still
I then grip my fist
Ripping flesh into ****** knuckles upon it's precious trunk
Holding my hand up to my eyes
Looking at the damage that's been done
Much more than the surface of the skin could ever show
But I look still
Blood and tears drip down my wrist
I turn my hands over
But all that punching
Didn't get you out
For you're still tattooed into the palms of my hands