Stone Cold Grace - apophenia

I wish I would stop picking at my fingers until they bleed
But even after all this time it still feels like
I'm trying to allow something to escape from them
Escape from the cracks and the crevices into open air
I wonder what my insides would say if brought out into the open
Would they wander across freeways through doorways and alleys
Where would this feeling inside of me end up
Does it have a home to go to
My fingers bleed
My nails down to stubs
Surrounded by red, irritated tissue
My energy pulsing through them like lightning
What power do I hold in these hands
These cracked, beaten, broken hands of mine
When will flesh heal over my wounds
And seal the cosmic wildfire that burns inside
I don't know
But I burn and I burn
And I emit
Effervescent emotion
And you burn right back
I wonder if your fingers bleed sometimes too

Written by:
Sara Johnson

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