Braised Tongue
I'm on the cusp of something beautiful
Shoot out a spiral, then lose control
Liquid lava running down my throat
Water then turns it into solid stone
My braised tongue
Has left me unsung
with no voice
Obsolete choice
Aim at the target with a solid grip
I'm clutching harder to prevent a slip
Open my mouth, let it all pour out
Nothing delivered from the empty spout
My braised tongue
is close to well done
with no voice
Obsolete choice
Holding back what I believe in
I say nothing to appease them
far too often I'm left bleeding
Somebody else's blood
I'm on the cusp of something trivia
Don't interrupt my exterior
Liquored up on the Johnny Red
Pressure diminished so I keep my tread
Hell, I know this ain't sustainable
A quick fix tempts us all
But maybe if I felt I had a voice
I'd be a danger to you all
Braised tongue
Holding back what I believe in
I say nothing to appease them
Holding back my inner feeling
I say nothing to appease them
Learning how to love myself
Spent too long loving someone else
No longer will I be
Stitching the scars in your arm
Gotta persist with the hand that own
Then maybe we both will have grown
Braised tongue...
Shoot out a spiral, then lose control
Liquid lava running down my throat
Water then turns it into solid stone
My braised tongue
Has left me unsung
with no voice
Obsolete choice
Aim at the target with a solid grip
I'm clutching harder to prevent a slip
Open my mouth, let it all pour out
Nothing delivered from the empty spout
My braised tongue
is close to well done
with no voice
Obsolete choice
Holding back what I believe in
I say nothing to appease them
far too often I'm left bleeding
Somebody else's blood
I'm on the cusp of something trivia
Don't interrupt my exterior
Liquored up on the Johnny Red
Pressure diminished so I keep my tread
Hell, I know this ain't sustainable
A quick fix tempts us all
But maybe if I felt I had a voice
I'd be a danger to you all
Braised tongue
Holding back what I believe in
I say nothing to appease them
Holding back my inner feeling
I say nothing to appease them
Learning how to love myself
Spent too long loving someone else
No longer will I be
Stitching the scars in your arm
Gotta persist with the hand that own
Then maybe we both will have grown
Braised tongue...
Credits
Writer(s): Hadley Lewis Rutherford
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