Flight Patterns

thank god for brollinger

Flight Patterns


The hell in my head is leaking out thru the gaps of my crooked teeth
And I wish that I had some better skin, something to believe in

So what the hell am I supposed to do
When my organs burrow outwards
And fall right into you
Do I accept the fact that ill always be fucking empty
A cavity you left me, guess ill sleep it off again

The lions on the beach I don't see them anymore
Theyre gone like those summer nights we'd stay up past 4
In the morning just to see the Sun rise over our heads
And in that moment I realized that the brightest thing in my life
Would always be you
You carved your home in me
An imprint on my tongue
The valleys between my words
Is a space you don't deserve
But youll always have