What’s this world turned to?
It feels like something understood and beautiful.
Fake colors and pretty pictures of sunshine and rainbows blown up
So something new could grow in its place.
What will be your insurance,
To keep your space
So when you rebuild or when you’re ready for something different
You could take your claim and catch a break?
What’d you fall in love with when you were young
That took you through the most up and downs you ever seen
Make that x-y line not so linear when the test came up
What made you forget how it was all supposed to go when this came up,
That you froze.
That you still freeze
That you once froze
That you stop yourself later from freezing again
So you could have the space to blow up sunshine and rainbows
So you could grow something new in its place
Most people forget where you were when you fell off,
And they’re sure to remember where you’ve been
When you get back on
So maybe they’ll forget
That when you blew up some of the things
That you once thought was sunshine and rainbows
Turned sour milk and molded bread,
You took a beautiful part of them that you thought was ugly in yourself.
You stopped your world, and part of somebody else stopped too,
What’s this world come to,
And tying loose ends,
Evening the scores,
Not picking up dignity
instead maybe leaving some pride behind,
Leaving fists at rest by your sides
Just walking away
Bitch who the hell wants to be hurt
And let the perpetrator live to see happy days,
Fuck coded language and beating around bushes
Why should I live in fear
So the next person can be saved after they took my lifeboat away
Wouldn’t you fight for your last breath?
Talk shit in the dudes face
Before he blows out your brains?
Or you’d rather lay in your casket
Saying, ” I could’ve faught some more.
But I wanted to be peaceful,
A bigger man than war.”
A better man than war..
Letting some dude fuck you like you a whore,
Thinking, “At some point, he’ll see me different,
And some how, things are just gonna change
And at some coming hour,
dragged through the door on its stomach
Pulled in by its swollen hands,
Something so overdue,
Something so minuscule,”
But that something,
Will be that thing to make you smile,
Like his hand never hit hard against your face,
Or heat from whip never ripped into your back