Waiting it Out

Swallowed in his bottled vessel

Lying across the panchromatic filter

Stealing thoughts we’ve never owned

If I’m still in your head

It’s your choice to get me out, friend

All it costs is the craving you satiate every night

It’s in the palms of your hands

Would you go right back to it?

Can we run far enough away?

Did you vomit on the carpet again

Attempting to spill the manic-depressive host

Can you smell everything I locked in this box?

Was it our father who lied again?

Plague us before we reject what we’re fed

Commanding you to strip your soul again

With this good news, there’s no need to pretend

White turtlehead on the window

Remind me I don’t own what crosses my mind

Wonderland pessimism isn’t good company

Would your warm tongue fill my mouth again?

Numb and floating in a different space

Should I worry about what I say?

What I said won’t help anyone but me

Where it all came down 

Sober again then drunk on the floor

It's your choice to let go