Gift Horse
Glass breathing again. Swaying through the bends.
Swollen against walls. Too raw to rip forward.
I've fed that skeleton to the back of my brain to cultivate superstitions.
Wilted and silent on the bed.
A solitary friend flutters in two hearts, too still to be kind.
Whatever it is, don't trust it's movement.
Don't trust the way it makes the words pour from my mouth.
(chorus)
Desperately, I don't want you to understand
what winds time slow and what makes us crawl.
Because, time means something.
Even if we're forgetting that our whispers will carry us through.
Sung inside, the faint spark illuminated enough this time.
For I'm as comfortable in the dark as I am in the light.
Now. You pulled it here.
Let me gaze, let me stare your gift horse in its mouth.
I'll put my head down its speckled throat.
(chorus)
Honestly I just want you to understand
what makes us glow and what breeds all the lows.
Because, time means something.
Even if we're forgetting that our whispers will carry us through.
I disappear.
Desperately, I disappear.