I think if I’d let myself be happy for the moment I wouldn’t lose elegance
Whilst there’s beauty in my pain, the comfort is overbearing, I hate this stance
I’d like to be the lamb you need, the herd of floral and perseverance
But as the time comes you’ll lose that adherence
You’ll realize I’m a fox hiding in the coop
When I’m no longer remedied and my eyes begin to droop
You’ll file my teeth down when I begin to bite
The caps aren’t squared so I can’t be soft or quiet
In my mind I see the music we share until your ears get bored
Maybe it’s too much or too little, maybe I bring you to snore
My body still aches with that urgency to tear off this shell
I’d like to bleed all my insecurities away till you see nothing but a belle
I can’t say I feel complacent within my thoughts
I I feel disgusted, rather distraught
Will you one day grow hateful of these bones and grind them to dust
I’d rather be turned into broth that you drink than meat you sever out of fust