Foxtails
I Can’t Fucking Write Books Because I Only Write Songs Now
[Verse 1]
In transit I lay still
Windows bend and ceilings mock the seas
Faces move and their lips seem to stall
Progress moves as voices amass
And I still live in this crevice of a home
Of course the most terrifying things aren't real
But, alas, my vision's blocked by projections of demons under my bed
[Chorus]
Help me redirect my will
Shadows are not scared of pills
I know now that words can kill
Rip the cords out of my throat
I'm sick of sounding like a joke
Hope I'm silenced, hope I choke
[Verse 2]
In transit I lay still
Sharp skin and syringes pierce my eyеs
I never was one to put up a fight
Progrеss moves as voices amass
And I could not care less for this piece of shit called home
And of course they say that only time can heal
But I, well I could have been dead by now
[Chorus]
Help me redirect my will
Shadows are not scared of pills
I know now that words can kill
Rip the cords out of my throat
I'm sick of sounding like a joke
Hope I'm silenced, hope I choke
Last time I felt sharp was when it cut my wrists
Last time I lived was when I jumped ship
Thought I knew better than to let stones break my bones
But I guess I'm just dumb for leaving my limbs exposed
If I stayed here for a day or two
Do you think maybe then these knives could get through?
Pray to whatever's in the sky for the courage to die
Dear God, why do I even try?