Mold
When I can't stop shaking
Memories of us take me home
Thoughts so old they taste like mold
Take a bite to fill the hole
Again
When my heart is racing
And my lungs start scraping ribs
I picture you rubbing my fists
Peeling skin off my chapped lips
Again
Again
Afternoon waking
Dressing up to stay inside
Maybe tell another lie
If it'll make me feel alright
Again
But when my vision's blurring
All while my skin is turning blue
I wish I didn't think of you
Every time my mind breaks loose
Memories of us take me home
Thoughts so old they taste like mold
Take a bite to fill the hole
Again
When my heart is racing
And my lungs start scraping ribs
I picture you rubbing my fists
Peeling skin off my chapped lips
Again
Again
Afternoon waking
Dressing up to stay inside
Maybe tell another lie
If it'll make me feel alright
Again
But when my vision's blurring
All while my skin is turning blue
I wish I didn't think of you
Every time my mind breaks loose
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Writer(s): Cody Marlon Baptista
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