GRIEVE THE BREATHING; FAITH BY FEAR

I seem to catch a glimpse of all the living memories of us. I tore all these pieces to forget we were broken. We watched

as I laid in the last words that were spoken.

You know I'm all grown up now, it's like society humbles me and your pain numbs me. If you find me you won't find much of anything because the price of putting wings

in a cage is for them to break.

Once upon a time, I had faith in you, I can love and hate you, I can forgive me and forget you. Dear weary weather when you left me alone at sea did it hurt you as many times

as it nearly killed me?

Oh, tell me, these dreams are taunting me. I've grown up in the burning coals of a broken home, you won't come to know me. You became my conditioned fuel but taught me to let you run me dry. Yet here I am grieving you alive.

Dear weary weather, when you left me alone at sea, did it burn you as many times as it lit a fire within me? Tell me,

just tell me, these dreams are haunting me.

I've grown up in the burning coals of a broken home, you won't come to blame me for your crimes. You are family I used to call my own, but we spent these wishes on

shooting stars long ago.

Maybe when I'm a little older, three years sober, I will find the beauty in the uglier half of me and you. For now, I am healing these wounds with the warmth of the sun, revenge

is daddy's girl with a bullet and gun.

Dear weary weather, when you left me alone at sea, did it please you the way it seized me? I know, don't tell me these dreams told on you long ago. I'll be stuck here with the nostalgia of getting old, from dying in the burning coals

of a broken home.