Finding the Goddamn Diamond

I will punch the ceiling
Break the skin of my right hand
And I will piss the angels off
And call for severed lands
Every patch of skin that is connected to the span
Of time I spent believing I deserved no reprimand

I believe in voices but am scared of who is them
And so I put my voices down and wrestle with the man
Who lives inside and tells me that I shouldn't laugh or dance
Or let a person know that I'm a wreck

Leave the light on for the lover that I knew
The one who separated every prayer from the pew
And told me not to kill myself with several severed shotguns
Because sadness only lasts a month or two



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Maclean
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