Absent Minded
IT fell apart
What can i say for myself?
I failed myself
I have nothing
I'm falling apart
right from the start
didn't get very far
and now we're talking, but "this"
I'm ugly to the bone
call your friends on the phone
I'm ugly inside
I'll swallow you whole
Your moon and your stars
It's not too late
to escape
What can I say for myself?
I'm sorry for everything
I wasn't thinking
i was fvvvked up
confused with demons
wrestling with intuition
I was under psychic attack
When i lit that fire
I was lighting candles
and ripping porno magazines
breaking drawers
and wearing too much clothing
screaming inside to what they were singing
What can I say for myself?
I should have been a better person
I'm glad I'm still alive
Thank you for your forgiveness
I'm glad no one was hurt
I spent four years in that institution
and I'm sorry
I never knew
what was going on
I thought I had been poisoned
and everything was falling apart
as everything inside and outside of my head
was crashing
caving in and around
These tears i've cried
i could drown in
the letters ive left ghosts
from the paranoid footsteps coming for me
down the hall
have swallowed me
the moon and the star
the exaggerated emotion
and all that hope shining through the fog im in
all i know is that the metaphor for aprayer left behind
has fallen apart
so i'm here to rekindle it
and show everyone
this is not how you become anything
this is not how you achieve justice or a dream
this is not how you amount to anythiong
but turn the page of the nightmare
you were not a part of it
just a scapegoat of a mystery
nad it fell apart
I'm sorry
I don't know what else to say for myself
I failed myself
I have nothing
I'm falling apart
right from the start
didn't get very far
and now we're talking, but "this"
I'm ugly to the bone
call your friends on the phone
I'm ugly inside
I'll swallow you whole
Your moon and your stars
It's not too late
to escape
What can I say for myself?
I'm sorry for everything
I wasn't thinking
i was fvvvked up
confused with demons
wrestling with intuition
I was under psychic attack
When i lit that fire
I was lighting candles
and ripping porno magazines
breaking drawers
and wearing too much clothing
screaming inside to what they were singing
What can I say for myself?
I should have been a better person
I'm glad I'm still alive
Thank you for your forgiveness
I'm glad no one was hurt
I spent four years in that institution
and I'm sorry
I never knew
what was going on
I thought I had been poisoned
and everything was falling apart
as everything inside and outside of my head
was crashing
caving in and around
These tears i've cried
i could drown in
the letters ive left ghosts
from the paranoid footsteps coming for me
down the hall
have swallowed me
the moon and the star
the exaggerated emotion
and all that hope shining through the fog im in
all i know is that the metaphor for aprayer left behind
has fallen apart
so i'm here to rekindle it
and show everyone
this is not how you become anything
this is not how you achieve justice or a dream
this is not how you amount to anythiong
but turn the page of the nightmare
you were not a part of it
just a scapegoat of a mystery
nad it fell apart
I'm sorry
I don't know what else to say for myself
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IT fell apart
IT fell apart
