Open Wounds Fall Hard

(hhmmmmm) Press my hands against the seams Trying to hold the fading light

Every breath a fragile thread

Keeping steady through the night

(staying awake)

But they keep on pulling at the threads

Reopening the lines that I had closed

Making new scars where the old ones bled

(why can't they let it heal?)

I was surviving on the edge

Walking thin lines in the dark

But they reach with open hands

Leaving another jagged mark

Losing my grip, losing my mind They won't stop until there's nothing

left behind (hahhhh)

They keep on pulling at the threads

Reopening the lines that I had closed

Making new scars where the old ones bled

(no more, no more)

Now the fucking heart is on the floor