Needle to Heart
Fill it on up with the medicine of history
Please share it with me, it’s like the best hit to me
The fight that it gives to me to blacken the room
The way that it sits with me in a damaged cocoon
The way that it pierces and heads straight to the heart
Double mixed words are both bitter and tart
It rips me apart as it fills up these veins again
Today’s not tomorrow cause today is the same again
And it’s inside my brain again, I feel it there swimming
I thought we left it behind, well, maybe you’re kidding
Cause here we’re both sitting, well okay, you’re laying
While the walls of the vessels are slowly decaying
And everything’s fading, it’s come back for a visit
Circular tracks that can tear down this vision
You’ll never listen so why bother talking?
I can hear you behind me, preparing for walking
You want to leave because I’m dumb and upset
Failure’s my sport and I am such a success
Are you giving up yet? Have you seen my true color?
There’s nothing to see but a bastard, no other
I’m stubborn and weak and then callous and candid
And shy and afraid and confused and disbanded
I’m falling apart in the silence we’re sharing
Shove the needle to heart and then witness my tearing
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