only good for eating the scraps off your plate

stuck between a dull ache and your sharp smile

can i still hide behind these lines?

im here to break the fall

pin cushion to your needless waste

i cant seem to write about you

these hands want something new

instead of holding on

i'll let go before i want to

better at pretending than i want to be

you sound like alarm bells and feel like snow

the warmth of your touch replaces the cold

a trick of the light, im dead before you know

hypothermia blues and old sorrows

new aches for your tomorrows

past wounds stretched too thin

im bleeding with every step 

hold it tight, pull the pin

moments before the crash 

memories from old scars 

i think i tried but my walls were too high

my heart beats slower by the day and only starts at night

praise be to the strays

full with scraps just to survive the day