From Morning Made to Evening Laid

Blurring vision
A brain in bits
I need escape from this mess I’ve made inside my brain
‘Cause I am frightened all the time
Of losing life, limbs, love, life, limbs, love
Of losing my mind
We’re all sown from splitting bones
With the frailest of fabrics to keep us whole
So it’s no wonder
Our brains are failing
When there’s a constant hum, a dance, a drum inside
Anxiety keeps the frailest bits of me locked in a tin
Shakes them about and brings me an all-consuming fright
It is wild
How we grow
Fraying our seams apart for show
Sown back together in the dark
So we don’t know what’s in or up or down or out
Anxiety keeps the frailest bits of me locked in a tin
Shakes them about and brings me an all-consuming fright