Posture

It's the hole that was made in my head from the mistakes that I've made, from everything that I've lost to everything that I've gained.
It's my friends I want to try and keep close, but lack of conversation formulates them all into ghosts.
It's the cave that was made of my chest formed by the long nights of thought from everything I am, to everything that I'm not.
It's the love I want to keep in my heart, but lack of motivation seems to rip them apart.
It's the girls that I honestly loved, but never took it that far, because thought with my head and should of thought with my heart.
It's the things that I'd preferably change, but there's no changing the past and I'm only to blame.
It's the memories haunting all of my dreams, like there's a message beneath.
I tried to dig up the dead, but words got stuck in my teeth.
It seems I've lost all of my touch, or maybe it's because I'm shallow and enough is never enough.
I don't want to be this way forever, I know there's more than meets the eye.
Can you feel it now?
Can you feel it now?
I can't shake this feeling out of me.
Though my bones are strong, my lungs are weak.
Can you feel it now?
Can you feel it now?
I've come a long way back from where I was before, all I want is some fucking change, can you blame me for wanting that?
I will open up like it's my last day home.
I know what I do, and I do it well, I do it so well.
It's not where you are, it's who you're with. (I'm calling you out) It's not what you have, it's what you make with it. (because I need to know)

Sink, oh how I sink.
There's an anchor wrapped around my neck and dragging me beneath.
I called you out like the storm in the sky, then you poured out an ocean's worth of despondency.
Cut me loose, make it clean, make the whole damn world collapse in disbelief.
Forget the past, don't let it show, just admit the fact you fucked things up and let it go.