Broken Neck
I played trick or treat in the hospital halls
Pink and pastel blue, I'm bouncing off the walls
I'd like to calculate every swollen bone
But I'm strapped inside myself countless hours alone
I played trick or treat in the hospital halls
Think I'm past a blue, I'm bouncing off the walls
I'd like to calculate every swollen bone
But I'm strapped inside myself countless hours alone
Two words, telephones, call anyone with hope
Of sculpting life as it was
This trip to check my broken neck, I'm dolt
Do they think it's a trick
That I pull when I'm sick
But I swear to you, it's true
Yes I swear to you, it's true
Yes I swear to you, it's true
Yes I swear to you, it's true
Swim through the afterbirth, while giant flames a fan
I'm stretching the skin, 'til it splits
They stripped to check my broken neck, I'm dolt
Desert flower, golden hour, stepping in, pools of blood
Put your hand
On my chest
Hold your breath
Broken neck
But I swear to you
It's true
I want some kind of miracle
To fix it for me
I got a parasite
My arms scratch, create [?]
I know you will appreciate in any way
But I'm mad nothing can fix my bones
Just for the holiday
Pink and pastel blue, I'm bouncing off the walls
I'd like to calculate every swollen bone
But I'm strapped inside myself countless hours alone
I played trick or treat in the hospital halls
Think I'm past a blue, I'm bouncing off the walls
I'd like to calculate every swollen bone
But I'm strapped inside myself countless hours alone
Two words, telephones, call anyone with hope
Of sculpting life as it was
This trip to check my broken neck, I'm dolt
Do they think it's a trick
That I pull when I'm sick
But I swear to you, it's true
Yes I swear to you, it's true
Yes I swear to you, it's true
Yes I swear to you, it's true
Swim through the afterbirth, while giant flames a fan
I'm stretching the skin, 'til it splits
They stripped to check my broken neck, I'm dolt
Desert flower, golden hour, stepping in, pools of blood
Put your hand
On my chest
Hold your breath
Broken neck
But I swear to you
It's true
I want some kind of miracle
To fix it for me
I got a parasite
My arms scratch, create [?]
I know you will appreciate in any way
But I'm mad nothing can fix my bones
Just for the holiday
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Writer(s): Jarrett Scott Dougherty, Michael James Abbate, Marissa Paternoster
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