J.Plantana - Coin Flips

Minutes rip from the incident
It takes twenty years in the thick of it
The sick-a-ness is now imminent
Could be trauma bond when you're intimate
Need cool mint, soothing ointment
More appointments, therapy is booked
Is it back luck? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
God's coin flips
Could have determined this (let's go)
The sensation, is it permanent
Ever heard of it? Something I don't do
Think I'm real immune, but I'm seeing things
Like a fever dream, comin' from the flu
The heat is freezing, it's somethin' new
Hands and hearts, are becomin' blue
No sudden death, just erase of ease
It's rotting souls like meth with teeth
Stuff a bowl, no recipes
Weed'll kill the fleas eating on your feet
They can't complete, their filling feast
If you end the lease, if you ever leave
Not literally, it's a metaphor
Leave the old self cropped out, out the door
I promised her, I could let her speak, though
Before she rots, and before she molds
Before I go
Enter my soul
Start digging like a mole in there
Before I go
I make the font bold
Bigger words of hurt I share
Before I don't stop
Rememberin' pain
Trigger is an item I hate
Triggers are an item I face
More ways than one, see the bullets rain
See the bullets rain
See the bullets
Rain
It's pourin now
It's time to take a mental vacation
Amygdala, vacated
I'm made of love, heart achin'
When I hear my peers in a body bag
Mind is flooded, I'm shaking
Seeing stars like I'm pagan
But when it comes to push to shove
I can sit back and take it, I know I can
Minutes rip from the incident
It takes twenty years in the thick of it
The sick-a-ness is now imminent
Could be trauma bond when you're intimate
Need cool mint, soothing ointment
More appointments, therapy is booked
Is it back luck?
God's coin flips
Could have determined this

Written by:
Jillian Plant

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