Lyrics
So am I really only always and forever grating my nails against your head?
Let me in
Where are you?
Look from feet to the hands that push me over, blow this body on my back,
blow me on my knees
All I have is the page a paper turned my mind an inch away from wasting
everyone, I bet you never thought I cared
So fuck it all, I’m so sick of trying, where I succeed is failing in the eyes
of someone who doesn’t even know
And the rest of you all can bow before me, here’s your god, holy,
hell like visiting me now, here’s your verve, here’s your spit
And the rest of you all can walk upon me, oh where I sit I’m good at holding
carpet for these wounds to return
Don’t you put this on me, I’ve got more to show you, so far gone I can’t see
where the fuck I’ve got to go to pray
All the times that I thought a word enough (to) prove myself as a saint,
and whore you my love
Pray
I’ve filled my hands with those I’ve crushed a thousand times
All alone, here I am in my head, in my dance, voice I speak like I said,
I am sick I know
All in all for all I am is all I am, when all I am is all misunderstood,
it’s all because of me
And the rest of you all can gaze upon me, oh here’s your final form,
pity me your broken toy, I’ll bathe in pride and broken glass
And the rest of you all can look upon me, oh what you’ve built is too much for
a phrase to ever hold or return
Don’t you put this on me, I’ve got more to show you, you know one thing about
me, sure that I don’t know you, but I do, and I pray
Your bitterness grows, your heart breaks, no more «fuck it all"s you’ve found me
I pray I don’t bend like a twig, or fall from wings melt sun
Busy mouths hide simple minds; have chewed my pitted seeds
Vestigial eye showed me the backs of your spiked hands
Pray
You’d better run, you’d better rise
Or I’ll get some small control, and show you before we go
One more thing: I’m yours