For some time
You were a wild thing
Who split the wood
For fires that burned you alive
Rot your mind
So when the world ends
You don’t feel as accountable
For tending roots that crave
Salted wounds over flames
Still in your tomb
Cups and plates spill
Across the room and on
Is that your way of saying
You’re not just tired?
Oh my god
I’ve been this way
All my life
I know it’s fine
But I hate the fact
That you’re having fun
It’s all the same outside
It hits the grass and then it dries
But never loosens the roots
From the ground alive
Slow to rise
Sewn to a boxspring
Content to rust
And fine sewing circles
In your wrist
Brave the waves without a hook
Better sick from the ocean
Than dead or marooned
But my feet are numb
And my mind says no
For some time
You were a wild thing
Who split the wood
For fires that burned you alive
Rot your mind
So when the world ends
You don’t feel as accountable
For tending roots that crave
Salted wounds over flames
They won’t see the light that you’re making
Your eyes could be vacant to them
You think you’ll play it cool?
You think you’ll power through?
Oh my god
I’ve been this way
All my life
I know it’s fine
But I hate the fact
That you’re having fun
It’s all the same outside
It hits the grass and then it dries
But never loosens the roots
From the ground alive
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