My days are scratching thin,
reminds me of moments when,
I always dug a hole deep in,
my burning house,
I once called my home.
I’ve spent countless days in grey,
I think I took some drugs enough for two.
I sat in branches of trees,
I could only think of you.
I spent the weekends in the road,
I swear the night was made of silver and coal.
I never thought I could see,
Till you had a thought of me.
Now with all this said,
a ringing in my head,
when my body hits the floor.
I remember all those days,
It was a better time.
You fell in love with me,
I fell in the street.
I’m freaking out,
you need to shut me up.
A pariah in the mud.
You gave my things away,
well I guess that’s fine.
Just hanging on my handmade cross
In a hole under the sun.
I sit against the maple trees.
Thinking of my past
and the future lacks,
that little bitter view,
of what I once called my home.
Now with all this said,
a ringing in my head,
when my body hits the floor.
Things are better now.
I remember all those days,
Its now a better time.
You joined me with the dead,
petite velvet threads.
I’m freaking out,
You need to shut me up
A pariah in the mud.
A lonely town where I was born.
They granted me with a crown of thorns.
Countless days, people tied on my back
You are a savior and I’m a hack
I guess we are all born this way.
We are all born this way
I remember all those days,
Its now a better time.
You joined me with the dead,
petite velvet threads.
I’m freaking out, you need to shut me up.
A pariah in the mud.
