In my eyes I rescue the heat in my chest
Crushed inside under one collapsed lung
Living in glow, so faintly, off of my breath
A mirror placed before me in silence I can
Only see deep so when I look, lonely,
what do I see?
A shred of truth
With what could I bring
a pulse of truth from so low
up to the level?
I've seen a little light through the crack at night,
when the others relieve
the drinks that put them in bed, maybe I’ll use that
old song to move on and when I implode,
would any blame me?
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
In my eyes I rescue the heat in my chest
Crushed inside under one collapsed lung
Living in glow, so faintly, off of my breath
A mirror placed before me in silence I can
Only see deep so when I look, lonely,
what do I see?
A shred of truth
With what could I bring
a pulse of truth from so low
up to the level?
I've seen a little light through the crack at night,
when the others relieve
the drinks that put them in bed, maybe I’ll use that
old song to move on and when I implode,
would any blame me?
