My Chest
Been lost burn the atlas
Thick fog mental magic
Sick gods watch me while I sleep
Death calls kiss the captain
Dark qualms pick the cabbage
Stand stall tell me what do you see
The weather's kind of choppy out there
The rules are getting sloppy out there
They'll treat you as a copy out there
Never say I'm sorry out there
My chest beaks open, at the sight
My chest breaks open, at the sound
My chest breaks open, at the sight
My chest breaks open, at the sound
What shape is your table
How many capes have you draped
Upon the back of all these lazy boy chairs
I'm aware I'm unstable
Yet still I water the flowers
And fill the lungs of cowards
Whose shadows fill the air
Have you tantalized your trauma
Romanticized your pain
Have you thought of changing names
Just to taste a different color
Are you still blaming others
For the day you washed away
In a sea of smothering shame
Projectiles from the hovercraft
Bad genes from the motherboard
No one sees the resemblance
But you run from every mirror
Because there's blood in your reflection
Take a moment just one second
You've been chosen from the wreckage
Shiny wounds from ancient weapons
Let them bloom your rage is precious
The weather's kind of choppy out there
The rules are getting sloppy out there
They'll treat you as a copy out there
Never say I'm sorry out there
Thick fog mental magic
Sick gods watch me while I sleep
Death calls kiss the captain
Dark qualms pick the cabbage
Stand stall tell me what do you see
The weather's kind of choppy out there
The rules are getting sloppy out there
They'll treat you as a copy out there
Never say I'm sorry out there
My chest beaks open, at the sight
My chest breaks open, at the sound
My chest breaks open, at the sight
My chest breaks open, at the sound
What shape is your table
How many capes have you draped
Upon the back of all these lazy boy chairs
I'm aware I'm unstable
Yet still I water the flowers
And fill the lungs of cowards
Whose shadows fill the air
Have you tantalized your trauma
Romanticized your pain
Have you thought of changing names
Just to taste a different color
Are you still blaming others
For the day you washed away
In a sea of smothering shame
Projectiles from the hovercraft
Bad genes from the motherboard
No one sees the resemblance
But you run from every mirror
Because there's blood in your reflection
Take a moment just one second
You've been chosen from the wreckage
Shiny wounds from ancient weapons
Let them bloom your rage is precious
The weather's kind of choppy out there
The rules are getting sloppy out there
They'll treat you as a copy out there
Never say I'm sorry out there
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Writer(s): John Glover
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