Read the signs
When I push my nails back
Feeling my truth
Anything but smooth
Or maybe stare
Big black holes into the air
Escaping through them
And going where?
There is a shard deep in my eyes
Reflecting me, sharing my spot
He talks a lot and
I like his melancholy
He takes me back to the spinning mind
I thought I'd run from
It was just meds at the time
No cure in sight
I put on the silly old wings
That are ripped in strips
And flare up in flames
Now burning bright
I put on the silly old wings
That are ripped in strips
And flare up in flames
Now burning bright
Sylvia Plath is never far away
And just like me
Not into mediocrity
Manic states or
Fucking crashes to the ground
The need to drown
Myself in sound
There is a shard deep in my throat
Reflecting pain, bleeding me dry
He makes me high
Then sends the devils for me
He takes me back to the spinning mind
I thought I'd run from
It was just meds at the time
No cure in sight
I put on the silly old wings
That are ripped in strips
And flare up in flames
Now burning bright
I put on the silly old wings
That are ripped in strips
And flare up in flames
Now burning bright
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah
He takes me back to the spinning mind
I thought I'd run from
It was just meds at the time
No cure in sight
I put on the silly old wings
That are ripped in strips
And flare up in flames
Now burning bright
I put on the silly old wings
That are ripped in strips
And flare up in flames
Now burning bright
