St Lawrence

Shaken by the rush, the smell of want and fear and lust
Do you miss love and touch
(I deal in honesty and overwhelming peace)
Rhythm in the crash of desperate limbs and rushing blood persists
The only thing that keeps me breathing fire
Not everyone can wear this mystique so naturally
I think I feed on these kinds of situations
So brace, catastrophe
The ground falls out

Brace my jaw
This misdirection
Tell me, boy, what's got you cold?
The gas is lit, the closet's closed
So what's got you so scared?

Fractured dream, I'll fix you up
Gears all catching, I'll grind you flush
Do you feel undone?
One time I gave a guy a book with nothing written inside
And told him to read between the lines
So quick to part with the reason you feel whole

Black out the lights, turn off the phone
There's no one home
What do you do when you're alone

Running with your head on backwards
Honestly, it's all the same
Desperate try to keep the demons out
I miss the man i knew you were
Was I wrong?
Laying out the consequences far too late to count
Running with your glassed over