The ghosted chains nest the lacerations
Im dabbing my skin with a bandage
And dabbing the pen in a panic
Im gasping again
In actuality its doing some damage
Im damaged
So damaging to you
And I remember the future
Its blissful a lot
What a crazy assortment
The past on a merry go round for the present
And presently thought to myself I was past it
And actively prove to myself that i'm not
It creeps on my mind in the night like
Eleven 11
Beginning to end in my healing
Perspective is everything
More than anything
Perspective
That's everything