step sideways, fall between the cracks.
close call, fade to black.
and maybe once I'm bones you'll understand.
I'll waste into nothing, slip right through your hands.
tearing through my veins, a blood borne disease.
sewing shut what I can, and stretching at the seams.
and maybe once I'm bones you'll understand.
I'll waste into nothing, slip right through your hands.
excuse my excuses, but today I'm feeling off.
only 100 consumed, and I'm trying to be tough.
breaking, small and fragile
body turning brittle
and maybe once I'm bones you'll understand.
I'll waste into nothing, slip right through your hands.
withdrawn, solitude.
