Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone
I live inside my head Where soft flurries spin, And there’s a rise of warm water b… I live inside my head Where spikes stick out
I’ve been waiting For years And days And all the seconds For a warm body.
Why do I still feel guilty About things That are out of my favor?
If only My tears were colors. There would be pink on my pillow And green on my shoes. There would be red on the paper
I feel that one never stops Loving their past loved ones. The nostalgia remembers all the Times when you slept in their bed, When you first opened up,
So stealthily I lead: Touching green, Seeing rocks below me. I’m gulping pride Because I know life is
Your love Was like driving straight into the… Your attention was like Lying in a puddle of gold. You were sex and fun and cotton ca…
In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,
Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.
But I’m still a kid Only don’t tell my dad that. He’ll say, no, you’re not a kid And you haven’t been a kid in a lo… I guess that when I cry,
I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us
Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that
God, thank you For darkness, And fear, And death. Thank you
Listening to you sleep, I’m in grace. Each breath a prayer. Every rustle a litany. You don’t know how loud you are
