Surrounded By Strangers - Embalming My Pretty Bird

Your growing pains grow shut
All fixed upon your skin
Turned black in the jump cut
A judgement for our sins
Enough to break your skin
Enough to suture it
Enough to bring you
Down and shove your
Face in all our shit
You try
To see
All that
You'll be
Come back
For you
It's not
The truth
You try
Just to be
In a moment of ecstasy
Cut back
All the weeds
Destroy our melodies
You're growing like a cell
A molted outer shell
Promoting our bad luck
Infantilize for-
Enough to break your skin
Enough to suture it
Enough to bring you
Down and shove your
Face in all our shit
You try
To see
All that
You'll be
Come back
For you
It's not
The truth
You try
Just to be
In a moment of ecstasy
Cut back
All the weeds
Destroy our melodies

Written by:
Jake Merideth

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