Memorial
Who are you
Who carved the curve with your memory
And who are you
Who sleeps in the place where he used to be
I don't know where you went
When the light shined into your eyes
I don't know why he kept
Tending to your flowers that died
I'm so tired of being tender
With this much blood behind my lips
Where were you
Who dodged the blow like a criminal
And where were you
With your pocket of stones oh, so biblical
I don't know where you'll go
When the light shines into your eyes
I don't know why you thought
That we bought any of your lies
I'm so tired of being tender
With this much blood behind my lips
I'm so tired of being gentle
With my keys between my fists
What am I
Who bares its teeth without looking up
And what am I
To trust no one who is good enough
I don't know where I'll go
When the light shines into my eyes
I don't know why I'm lost
In my skin in the throes of time
I'm so tired of being tender
With this much blood behind my lips
I'm so tired of being gentle
With my keys between my fists
I'm so tired of trying to smile
With this much blood between my teeth
I'm so tired of being tired
I cannot sleep down on my knees
Who carved the curve with your memory
And who are you
Who sleeps in the place where he used to be
I don't know where you went
When the light shined into your eyes
I don't know why he kept
Tending to your flowers that died
I'm so tired of being tender
With this much blood behind my lips
Where were you
Who dodged the blow like a criminal
And where were you
With your pocket of stones oh, so biblical
I don't know where you'll go
When the light shines into your eyes
I don't know why you thought
That we bought any of your lies
I'm so tired of being tender
With this much blood behind my lips
I'm so tired of being gentle
With my keys between my fists
What am I
Who bares its teeth without looking up
And what am I
To trust no one who is good enough
I don't know where I'll go
When the light shines into my eyes
I don't know why I'm lost
In my skin in the throes of time
I'm so tired of being tender
With this much blood behind my lips
I'm so tired of being gentle
With my keys between my fists
I'm so tired of trying to smile
With this much blood between my teeth
I'm so tired of being tired
I cannot sleep down on my knees
Credits
Writer(s): Cole De La Isla
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