Ethan Jewell Bruises On My Brain
I walk with my hands in my pockets
So you can't see my cracking skin
And I wear my hoodie tight
So you can't see the state I'm in
I might cry while out in public, because I just wanna be seen
And I'll go live up in the mountains
Wipe my entire slate clean
So please cover me in roses
Toss me down into the dirt
And please upturn all your noses
Your disgust, it causes hurt
And please push me off this ledge, until I break all of my bones
And please put me on display, in a big world that's filled with phones
I can't think straight
Without a stutter forming on my lips
I can't organize my thoughts
When you're with me, swinging hips
And I can't focus
On the light that's shining down
And I can't forget
About the dark that's blinding now
So suck my blood, from head to toe
Then play me the trombone
And I'll suffer silently
And laugh and clap for your grand show
I'm wearing platform boots
That make me sixty damn feet tall
So you can't help and blame me
If I wanna trip and fall
Because I got bruises on my brain
From all the days that I ignore
All the stress, and immaturity, and pain
That was just stored
In this rotting little adolescent thing I call my head
I plan to visit my own grave, on the day I end up dead
And I'll put flowers on the tombstone
Let them shrivel up and rot
And they'll talk about me on TV
And they'll say that I just fought all the battles that faced me head on
Even though I lost
And they'll make a golden coffin, and not worry about the cost
So, I solemnly swear
Not to off myself to these chords
I'll build a city in my brain until my muscles are left sore
I'll live to be eighty years of age, purely out of spite
So tell me, people on the TV
How's that for a fight?
