and so i sat at the alter of my coffin

with steady breaths and staggered prayers

we all wish for some kind of a savior

really i just hope i'm known after i'm gone

not in a flash on(ly) way

more like broken hearts and streets paved with bloody words

the road to redemption was always uphill

never across the horizon

it was never said it would be easy

to move on

how much is left?

before i fall apart

disappear and run away

from all of the things that make me fear

the ghosts and butterflies of wanting you to stay the night

cause these sheets stay cold without you here

and it was never easy to close these eyes....

this body remains in pieces

holes riddled through both torso and limbs

past a classic case of wounds and broken bones

i was told "follow you heart"

but all i found were dead ends

empty streets with broken mailboxes

wrong addresses for hearts returned to sender

so i sit at these crossroads

with wounds that refuse to heal

as my life changes on a rolling wheel

running myself over