Cursive

Dedication To Desertion

Cursive


Sweating with confidence 
They're soiling our egos 
And we're locked at the hip 
Don't cut the too short 

You've cut yourself off 
I thought we agreed 
No limb should be left 
So severed and bleeding 
What are you missing? 
What are you missing? 

A truth so disabling 
Might blind my starving eyes 
But weren't we locked at the hip? 
You've cut the cord so short 
What are you missing? 
What are you missing? 

You've cut yourself off 
I thought we agreed 
But some doctrines of faith 
Can be so misleading 

So what are you missing? 
What are you missing?