MY FICTIONS LYRICS

"Coffin Rehearsal"

Everyday feels like a goddamned punishment.
But that's okay - what's lost in three
years anyway? With every second come the
pangs of another mistake, inattentive veins
pump recycled blood through a regretful heart
worried about years misplaced. These are the
resigned words from a wounded, weakened hand:
will you be my muse or will you be my noose?
I'm sorry, I take it back - I don't think you
have to choose. Now there's something inside
of me that just burns with the thought of
every memory, those past and presents, the
future died, I just love and hate to recollect it
seems. I swear I tried to bury this beneath the
surface, I built a tombstone inside my mind but
I've been haunted by these memories inside these
crevices - they keep the bags under my eyes. I
write songs about summertime or suicide because
they keep coming back to mind. I always feel
like what I am is never enough, but if I
could change it would be alright. I found
an answer to why - it's endless entropy. I
found chaos, it comforted me. I swear my
eternal loyalty to the idea that we're forever
sinking. There's no good that can come from
what I am, or if there is it depletes. I feel
time take its toll on me in fragile inconsistency
because a broken bird will heal it's wings -
this is the second time you left me. Tell me,
did I heal what was keeping you so low?
Because I don't think I did, and the guilt
is worse but it comforts me if it's what
I deserve. I only blame myself, but I still
think you are a pendulum between the sharpest
blade and the softest touch. Just know I'd die
for you - but that doesn't mean much.

Thanks to Decentmj for these lyrics

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