So
Before my thinking gets slow
I guess it's better to know
What you lose when you don't
These weeks
Sugar stinging my cheeks
Paper peeling in streaks
Hollowed out every peak
Why am I unhappy without something new to dread?
Copperhead
Sand
Papercuts on my hands
Stress you don't understand
Lose however you can
So what?
A feeling deep in your gut
Isn't open and shut
Often everything but
Why am I unhappy without something new to dread?
Copperhead
So why am I unhappy without something new to dread?
Copperhead