Orchard Cycles - Cigarettes Are Cool, Like Snakes | Текст песни

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After all these years of being followed by ghosts
I’ve learned to hide my scars
But some cut deeper than I could ever see
And the ghosts still visit my sleep
Anxiety hits like the sting of bloody knuckles
You know it’s coming but you swung first
Now you’re standing in awe at a party, or a bar, or a mirror torn to pieces
A reflection in your hands

When I look into the mirror I see a child screaming
But I swung first
Tell me what it is you think you see
I hope to all that it’s not me

Bruised bodies bleeding from birth

Screaming across the roof tar at nameless husks
Spitting out my emotions in the dirt
Insecurity covers my shoulders like your warmth once did
All that’s left are demons I thought we killed
Emptiness hits like a bullies words tossed out in passing
The thorns embedded in your skin
Now what we have is a seed buried, planted, and growing deeper
We’ve got water in our hands

When I look into your face I see my own screaming
Keep staring and I’ll get lost
Tell me what it is you think you see
I hope to all that it’s not me

Bruised bodies bleeding to death