Stitches

Stitches

Well I’m breaking the place up

Cuz you’re stealing my air

We’ve been going to hell in a handbag

But it is what it is and I don’t really care

The loss of direction

Has turned me around

I am a lone aberration

Too early for judgment or too late to be found

I can’t wait for these stitches to heal

I’m pulling them out for the wound to be real

The breaks and the bruises are

All that I fell

I can’t wait for these stitches to heal

I tick like a time bomb

And fight for my life

The trick in the defusing

You can live a new day or explode in the night

I’ve peeled back my eyelids

To try finding my way

Waiting on some indication

To leave with the light or to not where I lay

I can’t wait for these stitches to heal

I’m pulling them out for the wound to be real

The breaks and the bruises are all that I need

I can’t wait for these stitches to heal

Bent not broken

Down but not out

Bless the chosen ones

Who scream out loud