Still walking this murky road
Holding hands in pretence
I see the anguish
While your left pointing at a mirage
Persevere to this broken bridge
Thinking about a future that makes no sense
All the little things
Have all been growing
All this ugly Decor
And the home you really want
I'm not welcome anymore
The frustration overflows
It cracks your back
It all becomes one straw to many
As you sneak off to vent
As i find a line between want and content
Slowly Becoming the third wheel
In this crippled love affair
And the air we share is not enough for us to breathe
So the your lust for another will incessantly seethe
I am the boat that breached
You snicker and watch me drown
I am the boat that is breached
It's all rising as I plug every hole
But it just sinks back down
Maybe if I drink enough
I'll float rather than drown
So it doesn't matter
Straight out of the womb
I've been in love with my wound
So it doesn't matter
I lay back
Like a creation started, but undone
Sitting in the back of the bus
Nestling into my favourite songs
Learning to embrace my lull
So many feelings
Protected by these secrets
Some day you'll regret what you did to me
But for now have your fun...
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 8:23 AM UTC
Still walking this murky road
Holding hands in pretence
I see the anguish
While your left pointing at a mirage
Persevere to this broken bridge
Thinking about a future that makes no sense
All the little things
Have all been growing
All this ugly Decor
And the home you really want
I'm not welcome anymore
The frustration overflows
It cracks your back
It all becomes one straw to many
As you sneak off to vent
As i find a line between want and content
Slowly Becoming the third wheel
In this crippled love affair
And the air we share is not enough for us to breathe
So the your lust for another will incessantly seethe
I am the boat that breached
You snicker and watch me drown
I am the boat that is breached
It's all rising as I plug every hole
But it just sinks back down
Maybe if I drink enough
I'll float rather than drown
So it doesn't matter
Straight out of the womb
I've been in love with my wound
So it doesn't matter
I lay back
Like a creation started, but undone
Sitting in the back of the bus
Nestling into my favourite songs
Learning to embrace my lull
So many feelings
Protected by these secrets
Some day you'll regret what you did to me
But for now have your fun...
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