4am-10am, dadf#ad capo 2

chew with your teeth
fail then believe

i forgot that my eyes were open

morningsong I

figuring out how to walk
on my own two feet
i think there’s something
wrong with me
it has to be.
lucky me, i don’t know
what’s in my head
will finding out
even make a difference?

i don’t know

i have decided that i do not care whether i live or die to see my destination
whether i see it alive on earth or from the depths of hell, inside a conference room where satan himself is projecting my final moments onto a smartboard for all of his demons to point and laugh

i do not care

cant you see, i have places to be. 

experiencing life all at once
i didnt know it would hurt this bad
holding back tears, crying in secret
trying so hard for no one to see it
what would one more bump
do to my phyche
maybe if i fucked up my brain
it would fix me
what would one more bump
do to my phyche
maybe if i fucked up my brain
it would fix me

brain damage

magic

a promise is a promise

standard, two half-steps down

the world i'm in is still
a room is still a room
whether i am snug in sleep
or feel my life through foggy lenses

there's still time until
you're living with me too
keeping your own pulse and
pacing yourself through impaired perception

carrying a dream
a hum and then a whir
you see you're your own angel
the choice you didn't make was your Blessing

you really do not know
any better water
you salvage your saliva
you realize nothing was tepid

a promise is a promise

sky bound zoo