Phase

That night when I lifted my head up

And I was seeing what was trembling there

On the edge of my restless eyelid

On the tip of the horizon's lash

On the lip of collapsing letter

In the lap of confusing moon

I'm reduced to an estranged illusion

I'm consumed by all the shit in my room

Well and maybe I could pick my room up

Carve a path on my moonlit floor

Through the colors I adorned my body with

In the ritual life I adore

But nowadays I usually just get up

Put on a sweater from the day before

Like you said "It's got to get better

I wear my shadow like a uniform"

And I'm torn, right through

Divided right in two

So while I do align my library

By the colors on the spine of my books

When I'm looking for resolution

But there's wreckage everywhere I look

And there's brambles scratching at the window

And there's silver shining on the thorns

I could've sworn the moon was singing to me

Strung in a phase so strange and torn

But now the stars look fake and strung up

And the colors on the floor are worn

And the hues on my body are muted

In the shadow of my uniform

I'm torn, right through

Divided right in two

I'm lost and I'm losing

The brightest light I knew

I knew