Obsidian

I’ve come to rely on supplies
Gonna keep the damn secret till I can’t
You know I want it to work how it did in my prime
There are too many questions about the plan

And I know you’re running from me now
I got too much empty promise and too much doubt
And I have not left the maze, I may never know how
Not enough obsidian to purify this house

I’ve come to seek refuge in the drive
And all the time that I spend in my mind
Fighting tigers and ghosts, getting wrapped up in the lie
Amphetamines and flowers and rye

And I know you’re running from me now
I got too much empty promise and too much doubt
And I have not been transforming to satisfy your style
I’ll still take the poison once in a while

Please let me believe that it can come back to me