ok
I said it was okay, but I'm always
half as okay as I say I am.
sifting through distorted voices
coming from disfigured organs
that know nothing of each other,
yet trip over each other to speak,
when none of them knows what to say.
And my feet, they can't start walking
until I stop tripping
but I can't stop tripping
And I said it was okay, but what else was there to say?
as you bled through the cracks in my outstretched prosthetic palms...
the rest is crap.
half as okay as I say I am.
sifting through distorted voices
coming from disfigured organs
that know nothing of each other,
yet trip over each other to speak,
when none of them knows what to say.
And my feet, they can't start walking
until I stop tripping
but I can't stop tripping
And I said it was okay, but what else was there to say?
as you bled through the cracks in my outstretched prosthetic palms...
the rest is crap.