Single Thread
Razor blades on the tip of my unconscious tongue
I'm stunned awake, breathless freefall
My archaic self reaches for the spear
But there's no beast in the undergrowth, just paranoid thoughts
Reproducing violently,
Expanding through my brittle skull as the morning light it filters in
I sense the hole you left is deep enough to swallow me up
So my mind invents distractions
I live strange fictions as though they're real
Violent thoughts fall like acid rain
So I tell myself
It's only a thought from a restless mind
I've seen more than I deserve for this time of my life
It's only a thought from a peaceless mind
Since I've come back from my time away
Life is happening to me but nothing feels the same
People, conversations drift in and out of light
I look in each direction but he never leaves my sight
This collage of time that still feels like a dream
Is stitched together neatly by a single thread of grief
And I'm never letting go cause it leads right back to him
Sometimes I squeeze it tighter to feel the gentle sting
I feel too young to watch my father pass away in my arms
I'm stunned awake, breathless freefall
My archaic self reaches for the spear
But there's no beast in the undergrowth, just paranoid thoughts
Reproducing violently,
Expanding through my brittle skull as the morning light it filters in
I sense the hole you left is deep enough to swallow me up
So my mind invents distractions
I live strange fictions as though they're real
Violent thoughts fall like acid rain
So I tell myself
It's only a thought from a restless mind
I've seen more than I deserve for this time of my life
It's only a thought from a peaceless mind
Since I've come back from my time away
Life is happening to me but nothing feels the same
People, conversations drift in and out of light
I look in each direction but he never leaves my sight
This collage of time that still feels like a dream
Is stitched together neatly by a single thread of grief
And I'm never letting go cause it leads right back to him
Sometimes I squeeze it tighter to feel the gentle sting
I feel too young to watch my father pass away in my arms
Credits
Writer(s): Charlie Edward Sinclair, Philippos Rousiamanis, Jack March
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