Holy But torn at the seams You'll save me? Thats alright Keepsake You find reverie in Your safe space Can't you see we'd all be flowing like waves without this It's all inside, inconsistent to your own right Figurines Holding you Gripping so tightly you can't see the white light Bend through Numbing All of the pain With plastic promises Hiding From all of the ways you Know the world takes Can't you see beyond your blurry, silk smoke screen Paranoid You're slowly slipping when you don't have to You're wasting your life while you play your games with the paper vices that haunt you You're taking your time, rereading every page with the same words that seem new