Reaping

I’m lost and found
Welcome home
You wore me down
So the seething wounds don’t hurt me at all
Unassuming
Mystifying
Twisting lies into me, all the love is gone
Silence is the best thing for this difference of opinion
Your alternated values are a sign of misdirection
Passing through the zeros on your way to my bottom
This is daunting, you are-you are now dead to me
(Run off and tear this down)
(Run off and tell the others)
(Run off and tear this down)
(Run off and tell the others)
Go on, and if they say no
Don’t be suprised by
All of these stitches beginning to rupture
When they say no
Ungluing these pieces
You’re reaping the seeds of the season
Something’s broken
And left dying here…
Something’s broken
And left cold and lonely here…
Silence is the best thing for this difference of opinion
Your alternated values are a sign of misdirection
Passing through the zeros on your way to my bottom
This is daunting, you are-you are now dead to me
(Run off and tear this down)
(Run off and tell the others)
(Run off and tear this down)
(Run off and tell the others)
Go on, and if they say no
Don’t be suprised by
All of these stitches beginning to rupture
When they say no
Ungluing these pieces
You’re reaping the seeds of the season
Why should I miss any of them?
Why should I miss any of them?
(Run off, run off, run off, run off and tell the others)
(Run off, run off, run off-)
Go on, and if they say no
Don’t be surprised by
All of these stitches beginning to rupture
When they say no
Ungluing these pieces
You’re reaping the seeds of the season
And when they say no
Don’t be surprised by
All of these stitches beginning to come undone
And when they say no
Ungluing these pieces
You’re reaping the seeds of the season