I know I shouldn’t do it
But I’m gonna do it anyway
So what’s the point of knowing?
Some things happen so fast
I don’t realise ’till they pass
Like sleeping through snowing
It’s melted by the dawn crack
Just wet feet and raised back
As the cold wind blows slack
Through the windows
I shiver in corpse pose
And I know, God don’t I know
I shouldn’t have done that
But I did it anyway
Say I’ll learn some day
But when’s some day?
Shot through another Sunday
Like the hours are up for gamble
Scrambled amongst bed sheets
And hand balled heavy walls up
Ready for the mistreat
I retreat, I talk to myself
But misspeak
Crystal clear turned crispy
And I plunged into the quick heat
As I missed the pretty spectacular
Showcase just before my lone face
Even though nature
Was literally dancing just for me
Because the grim reality
Of my haphazard truth
Is brutal and I’m so beaten I’m blue
I know what I should
And what I shouldn’t do
But knowing ain’t always the root
Of accountability
I can name ten things
They did to me
That outweigh my revolt
And those dreams were sold
Long before they were told
I hold all things too close
So when they finally rip
My grip is that tight I just fold
Roll remnants and leave to fester and mould
If I wasn’t so bold
In this position I’d surely learn
I’m certain of every movement
But these bones won’t turn
I earn one reward
Then watch the others waiting for honour just burn
And I know I shouldn’t do it
I turn mistake blip, nip razor blade molars
Before I notice it
I slip these tongue trips too loose and too quick
I feel like shit
So you also have to feel like shit
I’m guilty
Filthy with my slick decline, pine for your forgiveness
But come slow with mine
I bind necessity with want
And pester you with Why’s
I’m gonna do it anyway, apparently
This is the one thing I never have to try be
But I’m sick of these pits, dark and grimy
The sky’s free of snow
Free of cloud, free of sun
Blank and clear and irrelevant to everyone
I stare, fucking eyeball, wincing for the crunch
The consume that never comes
What is the point of knowing?
What’s it mean in the grand scope?
I’ve lived on dreams and wishes
Fantasies and hope
I’ve lived on full glasses, big eyes
And pluming smoke
I’ve lived on simplicity, nakedness
Twists and bends and a pose
But I’ve never lived in comfort
Not in its truest form
Never not overanalysed or overthought
Terrified of even my own touch
Know in its punch there holds a thorn
Too many times I’ve been enticed
By drawn palm that seems soft and warm
Just to feel the heat on my trembled cheek
Because I can’t help but use my claws
I know I shouldn’t do it
But I’m gonna do it anyway
So what’s the point of knowing?
I really have all the answers in my head
But it’s overflowing
I’ll just have to get out this bed
Start throwing out the surplus
Cos all this headache’s doing is growing
And that’s not even the worst stuff
Yet the path to summer-mind
Is calling
I just have to stop this brain
From snowballing.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 