let's forget about patching it up
I'd rather feel a l i v e
broken, and better than ever
as long as I burn
I'll feel close to the end, tangled,
tied to the bed
you with I would beg for something s w e e t
but instead, you don't want to expect that
I thrive in this fire, behind bars and in pain
are you too weak to set me back up on my feet?
I'm straight asking my ghost for a cup of black tea
to sleep with a stranger
share a joint in bad company
I'm starting to dig this transparency
did you ever seem to find your own sweet
release, the abuse you held onto, does it reveal itself in times inconvenient? when the real you is quiet until it's safe to breathe?
because these things I've adopted,
these interests are yours
and I can't keep nursing these evils
like they were ever my responsibilities
in the first place.