I can’t remember the words
I was born a choker.
I’m just a grenade
Throw me far away.
So I grab your hand
But I slip through
I’m passing through empty air
Were you ever there?
Now it’s just me and the darkness.
A hand brushes my throat
And I scream silently
No one can hear anything.
I don’t care if you’re real anymore.
Between reality and dreams is a swinging door.
I’m tired of screaming up here
But I will keep throwing my flares.
Anything to get out of the darkness.
I don’t want to hide, I want to be free
Jump off of a cliff and hope you catch me.
If a lifeline of hope dropped down to me
I could wait for the room to stop spinning.