close your eyes
you are almost asleep in my arms
possessed by speaking in tongues
i coughed my throat through my lungs bloodied and beating
she once told me her game of life wasn't life
i can't hold it together
i know it's hard if piece by piece you block the clock
and then your beast it rages on
it wont repair
it's too far gone
it'll always be there
we're going to speak in rhythm to the beat in our hearts. I'm tired of hearing this.
(it's time to take my own. I'm not here)