But Who Is the Dreamer?

There is a silent echo where memory used to be
Invisible empty boxes full of faces I can't see
Sometimes in the morning
I feel your hands plunging into me
Then you're blown away in the breeze
With my eyes and kidneys

There is a shadow asleep in my bed
I grab the ax but I lack the strength
To cut off its head

Whenever I'm alone
I tear the paint from the wall
My skin and muscle split open
I see static where should be bone

If you're not afraid of endings
Then let me show you mine
Cause I can't remember my middle
And to try's just wasting time



Credits
Writer(s): Hayley Mcnichol
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