40 Winks
Trust you when I say don't judge me
Subdued connotations of ugly
Self hatred smothered in safety
But what does it mean to be comfy
Sandman said god loves me
I am the gods you are the gods trust me
Divinity living inside each and all of us
It doesn't matter which form the wind
In which this moment is calling us
This breath is a blessing
Anxiety dressed in
An orange skirt and a laced top
Passing on short term satisfaction
In hopes the growth with pay-off
Control increased my lust for peace
So alcohol I stay off
I see the world like children
So the bruise is an easy trade-off
There's no me without you
There's no us without this
Embody projection
Of life's allowance
There's no you without me
There's no this without us
Embody allowance
Of life's projection
There's no such thing as the muse
You contain what you seek
See the flame light the fuse
Diluted breath's for the weak
Spill my past made of blue
Painted the base of the tree
Infinite shimmering roots
Changing shape as they feed
There's no such thing as the muse
You contain what you seek
See the flame light the fuse
Diluted breath's for the weak
Spill my past made of blue
Painted the base of the tree
Infinite shimmering roots
Changing shape as they feed
Subdued connotations of ugly
Self hatred smothered in safety
But what does it mean to be comfy
Sandman said god loves me
I am the gods you are the gods trust me
Divinity living inside each and all of us
It doesn't matter which form the wind
In which this moment is calling us
This breath is a blessing
Anxiety dressed in
An orange skirt and a laced top
Passing on short term satisfaction
In hopes the growth with pay-off
Control increased my lust for peace
So alcohol I stay off
I see the world like children
So the bruise is an easy trade-off
There's no me without you
There's no us without this
Embody projection
Of life's allowance
There's no you without me
There's no this without us
Embody allowance
Of life's projection
There's no such thing as the muse
You contain what you seek
See the flame light the fuse
Diluted breath's for the weak
Spill my past made of blue
Painted the base of the tree
Infinite shimmering roots
Changing shape as they feed
There's no such thing as the muse
You contain what you seek
See the flame light the fuse
Diluted breath's for the weak
Spill my past made of blue
Painted the base of the tree
Infinite shimmering roots
Changing shape as they feed
Credits
Writer(s): John Glover
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