Nevermind this king of hearts in his house of cards
because he's picking at seams and fretting with support beams
Smoke and a looking glass can only really last
before the fog has cleared
before the mirror cracks.
I always seem to shoot best aiming at my own chest.
The quiet nights scream the loudest.
Plug your ears, it only keeps the sound in.
Try to ignore this nagging tinnitus, but it doesn't stop the ringing.
So we busy our thoughts and we busy our hands
when we're sick of thinking things hard to mention
and try to put it in terms that we understand with fingertips and palms.
We seek advice from the crevices of our crowded lives,
from good songs to good conversations at night.
They clear our weary minds.
Let's drop the elementary language that heightens our unhealed damage
and stop bullying ourselves -- stop right now!
and put that energy somewhere else
because we're years past childish torments.
Why can't we find something to live for
instead of something to live with?
We gotta learn to recognize when everything is going right
to maintain the good and find something to live for instead of something to live with.