Cocoon

Tripping after the last mile

Ankles sore and my migraine eats me

Uncut nails and a sore temper

I have to find another bandage

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But it's going to be okay

I'll keep busting my heels till the night time

I'll push away your change

And cocoon in my own apathy

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Bloody teeth from gritting

It's my own confidence I'm wasting

But I'll never, ever lie to you

So I'll convince myself that's how I feel

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But it's going to be alright

I'll jam another nail into the boards

Shut out the light and reasoning

And wrap again, in my cocoon

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Nothing ever gained from sorrow

Nothing ever gained from sobriety

Something wished and never given

Only teased, then raped away

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Jesus will tell me it's going to be fine

With bloody eyes and hanging flesh

If I confide into you again

Will it destroy my cocoon?

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