Birds In Row Torches
I ain't got no faith in myself
And I can't see what I could love in you.
From what I know, I even doubt what I cherish
And I hate the vague words.
(But I don't wanna be lost) I don't wanna see all I have when I stare at the mirror.
Do we only exist to survive?
Do I only exist to survive?
For all the mess I leave, there is a price to pay and no one to blame but me.
I tend to care about nothing but the bottles I've thrown to the sea.
I'm falling apart and carrying my faded torches.
From time to time I tend to believe, not only fists have been kissing my cheeks.
'Cause I understand you only wear the f..cked faces of my failures.
A thorn in the belly and no hands to hold.
The blood is pouring and my body's cold.
I've been writing poems to my stomach, some words to make him feel alright.
But I ain't got no pleasure in lying to this old friend of mine.
And maybe he'll understand what I called "the sun"
Is just easy mornings seeing all doubts gone,
And the faith in all that lays in my head.
Well, the sun is still hiding from me.
I guess it's all a business between my guts and I.
Some kind of personal war.
Some lights are meant to shine, some suns are meant to hide.
Just never forget who you are.
A son, a friend. A heart, a brain.