Swept

And I’d rather be
A squatter in my head
So I could leave
Whenever things get bad
But I’ve hid for days
Imprisoned and on trial this house is halfway
But I’m half in denial

I was fine with just tearing apart myself
It’s always easier than dealing with mental health
I took my place at the back of the shelf
Lately

And well lucky you
For grinding down my edge
And if rumors true
I’ll break before I bend
'Cause I'm still the same
An atrophy of fins
But God how you've changed
And I’m still sleeping in

I was fine with just tearing apart myself
It’s always easier than dealing with mental health
I took my place at the back of the shelf
Lately
You were helpful in the moments I should have kept
Lying naked under ashes so poorly swept
Does it hurt as it creeps up your neck
Baby

This peace this luck
Is breaking us up
This streak of luck is sewn shut
I’m sewn shut

I was fine with just tearing apart myself
It’s always easier than dealing with mental health
I took my place at the back of the shelf lately

I was fine with just tearing apart myself
It’s always easier than dealing with mental health
I took my place at the back of the shelf
Lately

You were helpful in the moments I should have kept
Lying naked under ashes so poorly swept
Does it hurt as it creeps up your neck
Baby