Afterthought

Stay, in a state of agony with me. I never figure out the reasons why, I'm always titled as the one at fault. My conscious and my mouth don't get along at all

Here I wait alone again fully aware of the disaster made by my own hands. Like a stasis, stuck on a path I chose to be in the place where I stand. Always focused on what doesn't matter in an afterthought I still don't know what's happening. Hold tight to what I know that can't be taken from me
Broken bones without a cast

Tremors form like knee high trenches, so I don't feel so defenseless. X2

Mirrors strapped to my back in hopes to keep all these wondering eyes off me. Mirrors strapped to my back, so you can see how you look before your knife brought me to my knees

Tense shoulders carry the weight of all of your forgotten names. Problematic ready to pounce hand full of aces but I still want the house. Tracing bullets onto my skin the taste of ink is all too familiar. I hear the words I know the meaning But I still don't get what makes you tick, disassembling clocks doesn't tell me the time

For better or worse it's my after thought

Tremors form like knee high trenches, so I don't feel so defenseless. X2 Fill the chasm with all my good intentions ease my mind of your crimes

My pride taken back taken back, rid of all the things that stir around in my head

Blood cascading through my teeth after biting through my tongue again and again. I never see the problems outside my own. Questioning my methods till I am red

Hindsight is 20/20, but I still fuck it up