I’ve been crawling circles in my skin
Leaving trails to where I’ve been
I’m still following
I’ve been tying knots in my muscles
Grinding down all of my bones
I’m paper thin, paper thin…
arrest the cloying hope
like the blood in my mouth
clotting, bitter, deep red,
barely letting me breathe.
i can’t justify myself
and my repeating hypocrisy
but i want to leave it all
behind…even if that means
being consumed by my
own fool’s ideology
and suffer disappointment
over and over and over again
for the sake of a dream;
just another tragic cliche.
that’s why my secret
is still a secret, and why even
the most vicarious pleading
won’t force it out of me
because if cold laughter is
the answer to a pending question,
then what good will it do me
to add my ambition to
their comedic entertainment?
it’s the only thing i have
left to fucking fight for anymore…
it’s the only thing i have left.
no, i don’t want anything grand;
i just want to have a little faith
even if that means lying to myself.
Give me something to believe in
I’ll give you something to forget
Just give me something to believe in
I’ll give you something to forget…