Broken Men - The Flatliners

Grab me by the throat.

Your hands are freezing cold

And fingernails tear nice and slow.

You know

I’m not afraid of all the things you think about

When you’re alone swallowing your day

Hold on tight.

Just hold on tight

Cataclysmic prose.

Eye sockets will erode

When days to weeks to months seem half full

Yet I can’t impose with another wilted rose

You’ll feel this when you see how I’ve grown

We are broken men

Who shouldn’t be saved just yet

Keep breathing.

Stay broken

Our blood’s boiled thin

You can taste it with every breath taken in

It’s 2:30 AM.

Years become layers of skin

I’ve shed them all but I’m not done yet

Heavy hearts my friends, come sing in unison

And drag me out of this hole I’m in

We are broken men

Who shouldn’t be saved just yet

Keep breathing.

Stay broken

Our blood’s boiled thin

You can taste it with every breath taken in

Are you breathing?

Stay broken

I’ve earned my bitterness

My legs are planted firm in transit-stance

For this dead romance

Grab me by the throat.

Your hands are freezing cold

And fingernails tear nice and slow.

You know

I’m not afraid of all the things you think about

When you’re alone swallowing your whole…

We are broken men

Who shouldn’t be saved just yet

Keep breathing.

Stay broken

Our blood’s boiled thin

You can taste it with every breath taken in

We are broken men

Who shouldn’t be saved just yet