Smoke from Boxing Gloves by fffidget

The hurricane said come on in
Tempting dust devils
That look a lot like my friends
Debris runnin like bloody veins
Shards of grass, blades of grass
Cuttin out all I thought I knew

Smokin with a gun
Gritting teeth through the gaps
Runnin fingers along to tremble where I was
Aint I fun?
Ring of lead lungs
With red eyes from starring at the sun

Am I not enough
Or is life just too much
Sensitive to the touch
What do you see in those clouds
To rob the sky's colours
When you come back down
Who am I even talking to
Cause I've seen all your strength and I know this aint you
How can I not ache
When I was raised by rules that the law makers break

I've held off for far too long
With so many people on the other side I must be wrong
Was this a bad key after all
So out of tune with the chorus play a different song

Choking on my gun
Pink matter melting like waterfalls and seepin through the gauze
Aint I fun?
Voices fall numb
With dead eyes from starring at the sun

• Alternative
• alt rock
• indie rock
• Austin