Between saints and demons
I found a muse alive
With a pure intense lyric
Described her pa**ion craving sights
With hopes of one who's about to leave
No matter how constant
How painful
How deep
It's your lust
It's your grip
It's your jealousy
That collapses the ground right under my feet
God only knows how much I cared and bled for you
This moment now isn't proving me different
A constant glance of a life that's blinding me
Clean cut ambition
And a clean cut in my hand
So I wish us the best
It's all k**ing me quickly
And I want to know what it's like
I hate an awkward silence
I hate sometimes
I hate being right
I hate Septembers
I hate bad advice
I hate there's something about you I don't understand
I hate that I'm clumsy
I hate that you're right
I hate that you're busy the moments I'm not
I hate being bruised at desperate times
When it's as simple as currents sailboats and life