Disguise all the thoughts running through my head and hold them back for way too long.
And where have I been these days?
What matters to me anyway?
I said nothing, like I always say.
I felt the flames rising up in me.
I turned away.
I've seen myself as equal to bad bad people.
Taken vice for virtue and vanity for my fucking nonsense.
If we could only find the word, vague and luminous.
Like light in dark of fear and hate we let swallow us.
I've felt compromised, violated, vanished into ghosts that retreat into the haunts and corners that comfort us the most.
And I used to laugh about it and you'd scream "
It's not funny." You took the spring right from my step, took the words right from my mouth.
No one will ever know how my mind would race with anger, undignified.
Who'd think that it could stall out stagnant, so god damn satisfied.
Through the voids left in the silence and the things we never say, the word slips away.
If the wise have the house of mourning, we could live in a house of fools.
Sit down, shut up like all good children do.
I said nothing like I always do.
Withered down to bone, beaten down. "
And where have you been these days?
What matters to you anyway?" I said nothing.
Took the spring right from my step, took the words right from my mouth.
No one will ever know.
Your eyes were burning through me, red and wet.
They were waiting for the word.
Took the spring right from my step, took the words right from my mouth.
No one will ever know.