Slow Bloom Deep Space
Chasms form craters inside my head
Hold me closer to the impact tourniquet
Cut me open and count the rings
Slipping in constant reverie
Medications cease incessant dribbling
Cut me open and count the rings
I am an echo
A dying crescendo
A coma in limbo
Time just won't heal these dizzy wounds
It's a lie, it's a lie, it's a lie
I'm feeling so much better
Singing la la la la
I'm feeling so much better
Singing la la la la
It's a lie, it's a lie, it's a lie, I'm feeling fine
Cut me open and count the rings
I forced a smile and stood up straight
Felt the color drain from my dizzy face
Tie the tourniquet around my brain
A wilted flower in a plastic bouquet
Chalk outlined cities broken veins
Needle punctures track marks a healthy facade
Tie the tourniquet around my brain
A wilted flower in a plastic bouquet
