Memoirs - Plants

Draw me perfect

Pretend that I won’t let you down

Disregard imperfection and all signs of weakness

Absolve me of the guilt to which I am bound

All, all that I want is to concede

And set myself free

Chained to the fear

Safe from the pain, safe from the mirror

And so I’ll fall on the way down

You’ll stop and stare as I hit the ground

And from my go, every word

I’ll make believe that you wanted more

I am suspension of guilt, I’m a fucking debaser

I’ll say all that I need to get what I want

I am without a dream and what all that you seek is

And I am every word that relentlessly haunts

And every time I close my eyes

I feel every bruise

Another home built a malice in lies

That’s holding my noose, so resolute

And so I’ll fall on the way down

You’ll stop and stare as I hit the ground

And from my go, and every word

I’ll make believe that you wanted more

And now the face of the clock won’t stop taunting me

I’m running from the truth, paralyzed by urgency

And so I’ll fall on the way down

You’ll stop and stare as I hit the ground

And from my go, and every word

I’ll make believe that you wanted more