Anchors

I'm ready for a sign, but this infection leads me to believe the road is dark ahead
Demons swim in my veins; they do unspeakable things, but never bleed me to death
I told you so; I'm getting better everyday

I'm so sorry you feel so small, but I can't feel at all
I speak to spirits who haunt so blindly; filling this cold room, they're all inside me
I hear them laughing as I start to fade away

I'm ready for the downfall; my lips taste sweet but they're a loaded weapon
So keep praying for my broken soul; the dirty hand that feeds also tightens the rope
I'm not saying you're crazy but all these temporary fixes are so tiring lately
The words they spill out both sides of your mouth
So hard to keep it all down but your eyes will always give you away

So sorry you feel so small and it won't be the last time
As their faces begin to fade they leave behind this agony

Pushing back and forth; I'm not ready; we're not ready
But I'm grateful for you; I'm not ready; we're not ready

I feel your faith start to crumble, but I will be fine

Bruised and broken, they're still living in me
Twisting the words that you say
When hearts aren't open, what's left in this world
When every beautiful note goes unheard?

Pushing back and forth; I'm not ready; we're not ready
But I'm grateful for you; I'm not ready; we're not ready
Leave me alone, cause my thoughts aren't warm anymore
Got this anchor to keep my high hopes down; I'm not ready; we're not ready

I read between the lines
The words you speak with heavy hands as they hold what's on the inside
But drifting further away, I'm holding steady but the water still seems so strong
I feel my body shake as the guilt slips away to let my heart feel safe
But the damage that is left undone won't trace the smile on my face

We're not so small anymore; not like we were before
Not like we were once before

Pushing back and forth; I think we're ready; we are ready
But I'm grateful for you; I think we're ready; we are ready
Leave me alone, cause my thoughts aren't warm anymore
Got this anchor to keep my high hopes down; I think we're ready; we are ready