Cowardice

I was tied down in a fear
fingers spread in pure doubt
it's not true if you don't hear
words like wilting flowers in a drought

I'm so much older now
but was I crippled by our vow

I knew our argument was weak
but I wanted you so
I knew chances were bleak
but I couldn't let go

I lost sight of an identity
desperate for some form of union
I felt more comfort in conformity
safe and undetected like a chameleon

I'm so much older now
but was I crippled by our vow

I knew our argument was weak
but I wanted you so
I knew chances were bleak
but I couldn't let go

I Need A Hole

burry me in tattered clothes
beneath an cherry tree
let the blossoms blow, their pollen onto me
roots penetrate my melting bones
at least I'll feel connected to something

there's nothing special in the world
there's no fantasy, for me

I need a hole to burry
all the things I thought were me
I need a hole to lay
burnt branches of my wishing tree

scald me with new certainty
cold realization sting
crush my inner-child, with harsh reality
but burn my memories from me
at the least I'll have eyes that see with clarity

there's nothing special in the worldthere's no fantasy, for me

I need a hole to burry
all the things I thought were me
I need a hole to lay
burnt branches of my wishing tree