In the Field, Alone

So
I'll fall into myself
Asking for your help
Leave me in the garden
Of your wilted conscience
All in my head, just nonsense
Where's the correspondence
You know
It's damaging my health
To watch you cut yourself
Off of the connection
Of my self-reflection
Looking at my burns
Goddamn, it hurts

What the hell does it mean
To be so far from my dream
Overanalyzing your tone
Falling simply
And it's not what it seems
To be sitting in this field, alone

And
You're screaming in my head
Telling me I'm dead
Notify your friends
How we'll never make amends
Not that I blame you
From your point of view

What the fuck does it mean
To be so far from my dream
Overanalyzing your tone
Falling swiftly
And it's not what it seems
to be sitting in this field, alone

Oh, how I almost killed myself
To keep you alive
To flourish and strive
To trust yourself
But it's just a memory now
Burning in the wind
A garden to defend
Why curse me
With your doubt



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Writer(s): Austin Evans
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