Am I a servant or a savior?
If it were me I think I’d call it neither
I carry pockets full of anger
The only reason I’m still really here
Cut loose your white-knuckle heartache
Breaking your arms trying to lift all that dead weight
It all stays the same
All that changes are faces and names
Haunted? or already dead?
Living a life to what end?
In the hornets’ nest
In the city’s breath
Is there consequence?
In your sunken chest
In your scattered ash
Is there meaning left?
Death or life?
Only time
Standing on your tip-toes
Wandering where the wind blows
Death or life?
Only time
So slow, eyes closed
Smashed in windows
No control
No guardian angel
Upside-down, my insides out
Overdose on nostalgia
I keep digging deeper inward
Like we buried you inside my chest
I gave up hope of finding answers
That was the night I finally felt content