Sinked
Well I’ve been walking on crumpled leaves for far too long
The veins that keep them in shape tear and crunch when I step too hard
It’s not even fall and I can sense that my breathing’s stable
It seems I’m going to let my year be more than one season long
It’s spring and the air tastes good enough to be content just from walking home
You can’t wrap your arms around a memory
But you can wrap your mind around your fears
And turn that fright into what you’ve said
Your hearts been lacking for years
I tried so hard to fight off my demons
But up on the silver screen these memories, these demons, they played
And I thought that everything I could once love would, fade away
But I didn’t know the weight until I felt the freedom
And it seems we all just need a vice
And I found my vice
You can’t wrap your arms around a memory
But you can wrap your mind around your fears
And turn that fright into what you’ve said
Your hearts been lacking for years
Now I’ll paint from the palette in my eyes
And no longer write what I’d like to emulate
Because this new sense of vision makes it easier to
Portray the emotions that I used to fake
We all just need a vice
But I didn’t know the weight until I felt the freedom
Sometimes it’s just so hard to fight off our demons
And even though you can’t wrap your arms around a memory
You can wrap your mind around your fears
And turn that fright into what you’ve said
Your hearts been lacking for years
