It seems you'll be inside of my head
Until I lay dead
Until I die
You whisper to me you can't make me leave
Goodnight
Sweet dreams
With the memories
That turned into enemies of imagery
Everyone like a bomb
That douses me in exploding shrapnel
To the memories that I can't let go
And won't let me forget
That haunt my every movement
That invade my daydreams
That bring me to my knees in tears
If you love me let me go
Because they are the sharpest knives that reopen my scars
And every time I'm torn apart
You've found a way to burrow to my heart
From there to my mind
Those memories aren't kind
And until they shovel dirt on my corpse
I guess it's my fault for remembering what hurts
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC
It seems you'll be inside of my head
Until I lay dead
Until I die
You whisper to me you can't make me leave
Goodnight
Sweet dreams
With the memories
That turned into enemies of imagery
Everyone like a bomb
That douses me in exploding shrapnel
To the memories that I can't let go
And won't let me forget
That haunt my every movement
That invade my daydreams
That bring me to my knees in tears
If you love me let me go
Because they are the sharpest knives that reopen my scars
And every time I'm torn apart
You've found a way to burrow to my heart
From there to my mind
Those memories aren't kind
And until they shovel dirt on my corpse
I guess it's my fault for remembering what hurts
