The Worst Part of December

Amid the worst part of December
I lost a sense of where to hide
To keep myself within the embers
‘til I can set this place on fire
A kind of portrait of the new year
The lack of sureness hurts my eyes
A pair of intravenous flytraps
That help my blood move every night
So tell me when I’m safe to speak again
‘cause I don’t want to leave this
A forceful push that says you mean it
And keeps my feet pressed on the ground
If i can’t make it with my own voice
I can’t afford to leave this town
Against the backdrop of my twenties
It kills me slowly just to breathe
I’ll leave the basement feeling empty
And stay that way until I sleep
There’s something in the way I feel now
That tells me it’s okay to lose
I’m pushing past the point of hoping—
Dressing up to read the news
So tell me when I’m safe to speak again
‘cause I don’t want to leave this all behind