broken men
flatliners, the
grab me by the throat. your hands are freezing cold
and fingernails tear nice and slow. you know
i'm not afraid of all the things you think about
when you're alone swallowing your day
hold on tight. just hold on tight
cataclysmic prose. eye sockets will erode
when days to weeks to months seem half full
yet i can't impose with another wilted rose
you'll feel this when you see how i've grown
who shouldn't be saved just yet
keep breathing. stay broken
you can taste it with every breath taken in
it's 2:30 am. years become layers of skin
i've shed them all but i'm not done yet
and drag me out of this hole i'm in
who shouldn't be saved just yet
keep breathing. stay broken
you can taste it with every breath taken in
i've earned my bitterness
my legs are planted firm in transit-stance
grab me by the throat. your hands are freezing cold
and fingernails tear nice and slow. you know
i'm not afraid of all the things you think about
when you're alone swallowing your whole. we are broken men
who shouldn't be saved just yet
keep breathing. stay broken
you can taste it with every breath taken in
who shouldn't be saved just yet