Buque by Our Lady
i need to know how to balance myself and
this urge to lie down in this bed,
im stuck in my head
im led by this obsession with whats already dead.I’m led by this obsession with whats already dead.
Im moving like a thought through you head,
im a vessel for my tongue to to hurt me,
my heart is beating out of my body,
kept this feeling alive,
I’m burning out quicker than i though,
i need a screen to grey my vision,
I’m loosing sight of whats really happening
I’m coming for the crown,
I’ve been to proud of what I’ve done
take the nails out of my head,
grasp for the things that i have left
the drive is dead
I’m growing in the thought that I’m hurting,
don’t think theres a sign of this stopping,
I’m buque,
I’m the innards of a movement I’ve been stuck in
some things were made and they break with all my bones,
the cutting rooms cold
the cutting rooms cold
(via ourladyband)
