I wrote this song when trying to fix a friendship that I had thrown away by allowing myself to slip into isolation for a period of time. It starts off by describing my inability to justify my actions of withdrawal from others and how much hindrance this causes me. It was the end of wintertime when this problem arose and I found myself formulating excuses to try to tell this friend of why I had removed myself from their life. I stuck myself in a continuing circle in which I never accomplished my goal of fixing this friendship. It never was “formulated into something that can be grown”, to reference the last line.
lyrics
As blood pours through my veins, confusion reigns and forgets its name.
I am stuck in day to day but the rush of pain keeps life away.
You redraw lines enough and they begin to blur.
Fall behind, repeat - a cycle to which I adjure.
Not afraid to crack the space between breathe and death.
I am the enemy of myself and no one else sees what is left.
Time only tells a singular story.
Comic and tragic continually bore me.
Winter ruptures my eyes with ways to end the lies.
Cultivate emotion to a working erosion.
I've been told eagles turn to vultures in the end, but I can't help but believe that we don't stop where we begin.
Construe life to a far-fetched goal.
Fracture into an empty, yet robust soul.
The mouth eats all that has been sown, but never formulates into something that can be grown.
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