I Hate Myself
Roy Sullivan, By Lightning Loved
Least expected
Seizure of symphony
Apoplectic
Blind but now can see
Unprotected
Take me, love, take me
Gentle electric
Tingle, touch my cheek
Gold and threaded
Blind as they
There's no question
My heart skips beats when you're with me
Am I graced or grounded?
Blessed or burnt to crisp?
Through this mud, we're impounded
Is this bliss?
The pavement blazes
On my back
The storm, it's savage
Left here on some grass
I shake and shiver
Took your wounded hand
You sparked and flickered
Come back, come back, come back
Least expected
Seizure of symphony
Apoplectic
Blind but now can see
Unprotected
Take me, love, take me
Am I graced or grounded?
Blessed or burnt to crisp?
Through this mud, we're impounded
This is bliss