There's a song that's trapped and mangled
Waiting to escape while being strangled
Words and tears and fucks and fears
All circling around until more appear
Changing and pause
Shattered, breaking laws
To pack, inhale, and sigh
Covering up the lies
All to turn around with the feeling of pure emotion
Dug out and displayed on a tray that's broken
Then put back together with glue
Made from the DNA of you
Transferred from your fingertips of sin
To the bottomless layer of my skin
Known as the epidermal heart and soul
Something that you long ago stole
Now taking it's toll through my brain waves
Tired from the connection that you gave
From years and months and days ago |
