40 WINKS

Trust you when I say don't judge me Subdued connotations of ugly Self hatred smothered in safety But what does it mean to be comfy Sandman said god loves me I am the gods 
you are the gods trust me Divinity living inside each and all of us It doesn't matter which form the wind in which this moment is calling us This breath is a blessing cnxiety dressed in an orange skirt and a laced top Passing on short term satisfaction in hopes the growth with pay-off Control increased my lust for peace so alcohol I stay off I see the world like children so the bruise is an easy trade-off There's no me without you There's no us without this Embody projection Of life's allowance There's no you without me There's no this without us Embody allowance Of life's projection There's no such thing as the muse You contain what you seek See the flame light the fuse Diluted breath's for the weak Spill my past made of blue Painted the base of the tree Infinite shimmering roots Changing shape as they feed There's no such thing as the muse You contain what you seek See the flame light the fuse Diluted breath's for the weak Spill my past made of blue Painted the base of the tree Infinite shimmering roots Changing shape as they feed