I let every thought
Thread a weft of yarn
Weaving through the warps
A tapestry of us.
If I make my arms the home you seek,
If I sway my brush, would I capture thee?
If I hang your scars in a gallery
As a work of artistry...
May I clear your slate and wipe your conscience,
Lay it on another shelf?
I'll be anything you ever ask,
I'll take your memories upon myself.
If you keep my thoughts and thieve my wisdom
I will find another shell.
I don't ever want to be the selfish reason
You don't ever find yourself.
I felt every thought
Claw the strands apart
Weaving into knots
A travesty of us...
If I stay my arms and I pull your sleeve,
If I snap my brush, would you trust in me?
If I trace your scars with the broken piece
As a work of artistry...
May I clear your slate and wipe your conscience,
Lay it on another shelf?
I'll be anything you ever ask,
I'll take your memories upon myself
If you keep my thoughts and thieve my wisdom.
I will find another shell,
I don't ever want to be the selfish reason
You don't ever find yourself.
Watching the needle thread through every pore
She told me shading made everything more
Beautiful but I don't see it at all.
I'm more deranged than before,
Standing in paints as it pools on the ground.
Colours of empathy blending with doubt
Witnessing everything melting around
Until I drown.
May I clear your slate and wipe your conscience,
Lay it on another shelf?
I'll be anything you ever ask,
I'll take your memories upon myself.
If you keep my thoughts and thieve my wisdom,
I will find another shell.
I don't ever want to be the selfish reason
You don't ever find yourself.
May I clear your slate and wipe your conscience,
Lay it on another shelf?
I'll be anything you ever ask,
I'll take your memories upon myself.
If you keep my thoughts and thieve my wisdom,
I will find another shell.
I don't ever want to be the selfish reason
You don't ever find yourself.