breathe the smoke from your lungs into mine
Take me to every little corner of your mind
i want to hear the words that you think
the ones you are too afraid to speak
I’ve been knocking for months, hoping I’d see your face at the door
and let me in so that I can explore
show me the light, show me the dark
I promise I can handle it, I’ve been prepared from the start
you’ve been searching for ages, trying to find the medium
but all you find is broken shells of what was
the air inside bites as if I’m not welcome here
I know it’s vacancy that’s swallowed you over the years
now I can see the broken, and I can see the clean
if only there was a way I could bridge the in between
plant a seed, let it grow
no matter how unfit the soil, you will find a way to sow
it may take a few hard winters to reap the full reward
but I promise it’s worth it, and I’ll stay with you through the storm
the air inside bites as if I’m not welcome here
but I know it’s the vacancy that’s swallowed you over the years
now I can see the broken, and I can see the clean
so god oh please god, let me bridge the in between
you may not believe me now, but store it in your mind
and listen when I say, “you’re never set in stone, and wounds will always heal with time"
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