uncomfortaly comfortable

I've got a pulse

But hardly at that

The best that I've got

Is the sense that I lack

I'll sit numb

In my own looming doubts

Count the seconds it takes

For my breath to come back

 

And oh

A little closer now

head for the start

Sleeves can't hold hearts

And I

am feeling literal

but this moment I feel

so unreal

 

You twist my words

like twine for the rope

To leave me hanging after

breathing to choke

I'll be numb

With my shadow below me

writhing for freedom

From my own bitter loathing

 

And oh

A little closer now

Let's head for the start

Sleeves can't hold hearts

And I

am so damn literal

And only this moment

Can cry for atonement

When nothing is real

Why bother feeling