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Letting go the blue out my window, turns to gray, today and tomorrow

Forever whirring, thrumming in my ears, thanks to fear and a headache pulsing, miscellaneous yawning

Coming out and spawning from the place I hate the most turned to ghost, let us go

Find a grace, find a way, a mainstay, all along you may plot, at least you find there is a rocky ledge

for your garden growing, stop it now, make it bleed, worry me down, I don't know if I show

the way I feel is spilling out on this page, burning down, rage till tomorrow

saves us all and again, I'm alone with out a friend, she is sick, she is gone, I've moved on.

Am I wrong for doing the things I do? Attention to the breath, attention to the skull...

Salty tears chased down by some beers, up ahead there's a place less dark far away

Today and tomorrow will stay in place, if I let go of my fears

And yet bones shake around the den for finding people with the end goal same as you, did you think this through?

It's not coming out as it was supposed to, but still it's coming and it's rubbing its way down the spine.

It's coming out and rubbing its way down the spine

IT'S COMING OUT AND RUBBING ITS WAY DOWN THE SPINE

to intertwine with shards of me

let me go, let me have retreat

on the face of the world, you will see decay

there is less of me today

there is less of me today

there is less of me today