Breathing

I’m so tired, I can feel it screaming in my bones
flaking pieces intrude my home
coils of snakes caught on fire
lighting up in my wake

Lost behind the seas
of hourglasses and misery
bandaged hands and broken bones
the glitter on the ceiling
is more of a home then you will ever be

Hate filled stones
bubbling from the pit
that used to be my confidence
shattered into a million little pieces
broken even more as I keep breathing

Sorry I left you drowning in San Francisco
sometimes, you just have to think about yourself
I thought you should know
that I’ve been thinking
and now I need to go

Gold crusted highlights
tails caught in fireflies
come to sleep by the bay
and maybe you will be okay
black pavement,
running
from what?
you say
I’m running from the things that used to be me

Say, shout out
how much you hate me now
box cutters in the wall
flood lights in the hall
you hear that sound?
for whom the bell tolls

Sorry I left you drowning in San Francisco
sometimes, you just have to think about yourself
I thought you should know
that I’ve been thinking
and now I need to go

Ginger ale
oh I’ve been through hell
trying to please you
a never ending spell

Words spill out of my mouth
tongue that is quick
slices away
at the things that I used to be.

Hate filled stones
bubbling from the pit
that used to be my confidence
shattered into a million little pieces
broken even more as I keep breathing

Hearts surround me
so beautiful
how could you be me?

Sorry I left you drowning in San Francisco
sometimes, you just have to think about yourself
I thought you should know
that I’ve been thinking
and now I need to go

Falling, falling, falling down
oh can you hear the sound? for whom the bell tolls.

Falling, falling, falling down
oh can you hear the sound? for whom the bell tolls.

(It tolls for me.)