I've been bleeding well from this old wound
cleaning it with salt so it will still feel new
sometimes eyes turn black sometimes scars are tracks
but everytime youre gone I wish that you'd come back
and everyone watched me waste myself
and everyone cheered at last
all of the founded comforting
its better its me than them
I think im doing well from what they say
if takin both my belts and shoe laces away
but I believe in luck I think I do
but I believe for sure if ever I see you
I've been fanning flames from these old coals
feeding them with tender and hoping they will grow
and I've been savoring what I cant hold
a blind belief in goodness that doesnt seem to show
I've been bleeding well from this old wound
cleaning it with salt so it will still feel new.
