: written at chancey's which i'll talk about in the morning
I lost myself inside your words
The fiber of your being resonates with the sort of genius a god provides
Are you blessed?
When you wake up at night do demons swarm behind your eyelids?
Are you a test?
Will I know what to do when you enter?
See you standing cloaked in misery
Feathers drawn and stars flying past your shoulder
What to do with the time of your lost innocence
Lost in your words
Are you blessed?
When you wake up at night do demons swarm behind your eyelids?
Are you a test?
Will I know what to do when you enter?
On and on your spirit flags me, me down, under, harder
Drowning in your words
Your selfish recognized hypocrisy
And when I’m going to find to you again
Reaching down inside of me, I’ll ask
I lost myself inside your words
The fiber of your being resonates with the sort of genius a god provides
Are you blessed?
When you wake up at night do demons swarm behind your eyelids?
Are you a test?
Will I know what to do when you enter?
See you standing cloaked in misery
Feathers drawn and stars flying past your shoulder
What to do with the time of your lost innocence
Lost in your words
Are you blessed?
When you wake up at night do demons swarm behind your eyelids?
Are you a test?
Will I know what to do when you enter?
On and on your spirit flags me, me down, under, harder
Drowning in your words
Your selfish recognized hypocrisy
And when I’m going to find to you again
Reaching down inside of me, I’ll ask