I’ll chance it until I’m caught
I just hope it’s with good consequence
I wanted to be wanted
And you wanted to want me
But was that better off as friends?
I’d never felt so electric
As this’s start
And never so earthed
As at its end
Started stitching nasty patterns
And let them become the latest trend
Used to be paragraphs, poems, songs
Now I delete before hitting send
And I used to think I had it in me
To heal all I touched
But not even a fuck could get this to mend
The break is the point of the bend
Lend me some virtue, lend me some patience
Lend me the ability
To not see
What’s ill fated
Pass me generosity, borrow a deep breath
Tell me something controversial
And you’ll get an ear of how
I disagree best
If everyone’s special than no one is
You didn’t have to remind me
What is it about compliment, adoration
That makes me feel so grimy
I reckon all that started with little child me
Well then how to escape the ruin?
How to fling those clinging chains
Ravel back up this undoing?
Because it seems you got just as broken
And your splinters are still digging
So is this really the big denouement
Or only the beginning?
I never knew that hurt you
Never had a clue it caused such damage
Didn’t see, that just like me
There’s needs in you that are famished
Don’t exhaust yourself for begging
Don’t feed just for the sake
Hammered on that rage
But feigning sober to save face
I’d rather stumble home in honesty
Not hide what makes us awful
Because that shies what makes us great
I don’t want to be damaged together, though
And I don’t want to salt that wound worst
Don’t want to ache until we break
Or continue living with this curse
Maybe touch can heal
But do we really have the power
To heal what cracks inside?
Can we seriously put aside
Our fears, our lies, our pride?
All I need’s your comfort
Your arms to snake my waist
Your lips to press against my mouth
Your cheeks to crush against my face
Your legs to tangle my knees and thighs
To lose life in this embrace
And it’s yours I need to fix
The darkness that my bones hold
Have seeped into all mortar and every brick
Can’t hide behind fancy gadgets
Can’t cover with paint lick
Can’t keep throwing money at makeover
Hoping if beauty’s in every stitch
That there’ll be some glamour that will stick
But I don’t want you feeling guilty
That I feel ugly
And let it dominate
Flattery turns silky, slips right off
And turns to hate
I love you, though
I always will
Even if I get frenzied I can’t shake it
Perhaps if we put that same energy into effort
We’ll really make it.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 