Concrete
When holding on
Was killing you, well
Letting go dismembered me
When nothing kept
The lantern lit
I couldn't bring myself to beg for it
Now I'm locked inside
You can't get to me
I think I like my mask more than my face
Glue shut my eyes
Take me where I can't see
Far away
Away from all these
Memories
Perfect from the outside
Remnants
Trapped beneath my sheets
I've been digging
Sorting through this rubble again
Searching
For something that might still be concrete
When cooler heads could not prevail
When whirling winds assault our sails
If we could find some further shores
You'd count the time, and find me a bore now
But I've been...
I've been distracted for so long I can't wake up
Unaffected by the time this all takes up
I wanna float but I still can't tell which way is up
Buried beneath the rubble
Searching for something concrete
Reaching for some solid ground
And the hands that used to pull me...
Out
Of all these
Memories
Perfect from the outside
Remnants
Trapped beneath my sheets
I've been digging
Sorting through this rubble again
Searching
For something that might still be concrete
When cooler heads could not prevail
When whirling winds assault our sails
If we could find some further shores
You'd count the time, and find me a bore, but I'm
Buried beneath the rubble
Searching for something concrete
Reaching for some solid ground
And the hands that used to pull me out
Was killing you, well
Letting go dismembered me
When nothing kept
The lantern lit
I couldn't bring myself to beg for it
Now I'm locked inside
You can't get to me
I think I like my mask more than my face
Glue shut my eyes
Take me where I can't see
Far away
Away from all these
Memories
Perfect from the outside
Remnants
Trapped beneath my sheets
I've been digging
Sorting through this rubble again
Searching
For something that might still be concrete
When cooler heads could not prevail
When whirling winds assault our sails
If we could find some further shores
You'd count the time, and find me a bore now
But I've been...
I've been distracted for so long I can't wake up
Unaffected by the time this all takes up
I wanna float but I still can't tell which way is up
Buried beneath the rubble
Searching for something concrete
Reaching for some solid ground
And the hands that used to pull me...
Out
Of all these
Memories
Perfect from the outside
Remnants
Trapped beneath my sheets
I've been digging
Sorting through this rubble again
Searching
For something that might still be concrete
When cooler heads could not prevail
When whirling winds assault our sails
If we could find some further shores
You'd count the time, and find me a bore, but I'm
Buried beneath the rubble
Searching for something concrete
Reaching for some solid ground
And the hands that used to pull me out
Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Martin
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