It's a slideshow with my eyes closed
My gut is wrenched in knots
And they rope me through the routine
Of the demons in my thoughts
There's a fissure in each picture
And, I'm drenched in molten pain
It's still storming in the morning and it doesn't go away
Is she a monster with what haunts her?
Unlike those with broken arms
On the outside, she is all right
But, within blare the alarms
By their standards we might be broken love
We're unconventional but you fit like a glove
Through all the heartaches and all that we still have now
All that we can do here is to survive somehow
Running circles through the hurdles
Just to keep my eyelids sealed
When mere assurance is endurance
That carries me behind it's shield
I kick and fight to get through the night
When I'm awake submerged neck deep
So, I stir cloud shapes around me likes capes
When I simply cannot sleep
You're not your demons, you are a beacon
Alive with a purpose
You are moves you, not who approves you
You are what you surface
By their standards we might be broken love
We're unconventional but you fit like a glove
Through all the heartaches and all that we still have now
All that we can do here is to survive somehow
Survive, survive, survive somehow
Survive, survive, survive somehow
Survive, survive, survive somehow
All that we can do here is to survive somehow