I sit alone within a room full of my closest friends
Betray Is a Symptom, I feel nothing for them
I got that: Gimme what I want, I want it good, I want it now
King Midas with the touch, but heavy lies the crown
I watch the moon every dawn as she gives birth to the sun
Then she swallows him up before the day is done
So I hide beneath a blanket made of dirt and shattered bone
‘Cause if I’m careful I can burrow my way back to the thrown
I keep it guarded – try to hide it in the shadows – Kill The King
Michael taught me Even Shadows Have Shadows
So if you’re gonna try to stab me please just do it in the front
I can’t remember it exactly but I heard that’s what a true friend does
(And I don’t believe in saviors, so I’m peeling back the layers
At my best I’m just a sailor who can’t navigate his failures)
Watch me cut my heart out and pair it with a Queen of Diamonds
God, my timing’s getting worse. I better fold before the flop if not
I’m lost in the river or I’m lost inside and I’m drowning in the current of the rising tide
I go blind, indecision’s always cutting me thin. Do I stand on the surface, do I dive right in?
Living isn’t living if you’re living alone; a dog still begs if you give him a bone
I’m still awake after bottles of gin, and I can’t wash the smell of disgrace off my goddamn skin
And there’s nothing to see. Everything is beauty but there’s nothing for me.
I am just a product, evolution gone wrong. And these nights just remind that the day is long
I fall and slip between the cracks – paper thin – I’m akin to statues that are made of wax
Like my wings – I’m always fucking flying toward the sun
I’m someone’s son but that one summer sung a song that murdered everyone. (I’m done)
Johnny Truant – I can feel it coming for me
I’m in Whalestoe writing messages in code (please don’t come for me)
I’m alive and split between a blessing and a curse, I fear the worst
So unprepared it’s like I’m living in reverse
My sanity is cracking at the seams or so it seems,
The seams are cracking and my sanity is suffering fever dreams
My demons say that I’m alone and forced to live inside this hell
It’s true I’m lonely and afraid but so is everybody else
So take my hand, and together we’ll write sonnets to the stars
And remember, “Every scar is a bridge to someone’s broken heart.”