One of my favorite songs at the moment. I saw them in concert and it was fantastic.
From every crevice and pore
Seeps beauty shrouded in disbelief
Can’t you feel it in those grinding teeth?
All throughout those shaky feet
As that blade cusps your ankle and
Blood does bead.
Where would you be?
If you saw what they can see,
With your sharp blue eyes
Inquisitive and never missing a beat.
Skin meant for tattoos,
The only clues of scars
from piercings, never self-harm,
Yet here you are.
You can feel every splinter.
Because this wagon is too unstable;
the wood is far too old.
And Sometimes, being a burden is just unbearable.
More unbearable than a fall.