Still on the cusp of hitting me
And all I think about is this reflections' hurt
Still on the cusp of hitting me
But all my word are stolen by a saccharine flirt
Ahhh- Can't bear to speak through this no more
Ahhh- Can't bear to speak through this no-
I'm on the edge still can't believe
That this body's trapped voltaic girl's laments
But all this flower's done to me
Is see the good in love with the wrong intent
Ahhh- Can't bear to speak through this no more
Ahhh- Can't bear to speak through this no-
Where is the mind that was once was free
Of all this tantalising ego's smile which curse
Punished by those jealous of me
Who won't stop tangents from the tongues of those not worth
Ahhh- Can't bear to speak through this no more
Ahhh- Can't bear to speak through this no-
Three days, I chase refraction
And his echo starts to sour, power pooling at the lip
There's shards of something here, some splinter breaks the skin
To find that fevered beauty prone, strung up and settled in
And I will turn these palms up to a wine red sky
With some bitter tide of unknowing, lapping gently at my feet
Oh darling, my knees are open, and there's fire at the hilt
I scoured the earth, darling, and there's fire at the hilt!
Oh it couldn't be all made up
It couldn't be just words
Something- God give me something!