There's No Night For Sleeping... Anymore
and I will shake the memories from my aching limbs
from my tired head I will loosen the fit of these
tightening memories I wear like articles of clothing,
like a crown of thorns! and if you could only see me bleeding
you would understand the blood on my hands,
and why I stare at them so.
These memories
Pinned onto my sleeves like ornaments, like decoration!
And you can see the hurt,
because it's written on my face.
someone painted it there while I was sleeping
and with such grace, i've not had the heart
to take the soap to my sordid skin and uncatered brow
and remove my title, as sinner over all.
from my tired head I will loosen the fit of these
tightening memories I wear like articles of clothing,
like a crown of thorns! and if you could only see me bleeding
you would understand the blood on my hands,
and why I stare at them so.
These memories
Pinned onto my sleeves like ornaments, like decoration!
And you can see the hurt,
because it's written on my face.
someone painted it there while I was sleeping
and with such grace, i've not had the heart
to take the soap to my sordid skin and uncatered brow
and remove my title, as sinner over all.