Grass

Dial in // Fog rolls off your lips 

Dial out// Resentment dance to see the stage

You elected a cracked lens with a loss of what you live for

Without a second chance you let everyone holding you drown

Coarse intuitions masked by a grin and smile

We are children playing in a maze of fever dreams

Arm yourself for the crack-fish swimming at our feet

Coughing up doors and can’t stand to be around the things they don’t know

Dreamt the day away again, how do you feel?

If you feel you’ve got somewhere to be, it’s going everywhere

While my mind goes picking pebbles I lost in thought along the way

I called myself alive laying down in the gutter

Point to the obvious liar

Running through the engine to justify fawning time

And I don't believe you're happy here

Melt out of your skin or really listen to them 

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Collect and direct the laceration

Into the stars for a humming healer

Why I got high again, I knew and always did

I lost my eyes watching the paint rustle off the walls

If you keep showering in the loss 

Level the progress and implode all at once 

Open your mouth before your head starts running again

I can't keep this up on my own

Can I hollow out the dialects caught in my jaded throat

If you feel you’ve got somewhere to be, it’s going every way it can

It’s already here and we were both wrong

We can look past the lighthouse on the ceiling

I know the ground is decaying and every doubt is spilling over

And every time I spoke I burnt down

I see with two faces the place where I always felt the same

The only thing I thought I could keep up on my own

I'll let go and tear down the house I never want to see again

The glow of decision is calling me at every corner

Between you and the house, I'd choose you

I'd surrender anything to get a clue

On how to stop this tired roulette of are you really you?

                                                         I can hear you swallow your words again.

                                              Where did you go?