Hushing

It’s such a miracle, the silence in my head
Let me raise my bottle to my lips, to my brain
Take away the riffle, I’ve bought it just in case
I’ve been unlovable, to family and friends
To you, to me
From hope, to death, or at least pain
It’s been a miracle, the silence in my head
It’s been so magical, no riot in my brain
Bring me back the riffle, I’ve bought it for this case
I’m so unlovable, to family and friends
To you, to me
From hope, to death, or at least pain
Like a noisy machine
An unhealthy routine
It reminds me I’m always down
Like a tsarist regime
A shy and moody teen
It reminds me I’m always down
Tell me I’m on the mend
And bring me back the healer
I know I’m on the mend