Koh

Is your stream of thought as shallow as it seems That you steal from deeper waters while you're hiding in the reeds You sing with With such conviction Of depression you know from pens not your own You write in metaphor for an audience of one I'd stab you with your words if they were sharp enough to cut You had stolen it all but you fell beyond the breach Of the smallest city where you reigned queen Now you're left with nothing but the blood on your teeth What attention did you seek pretending to be weak Don't believe everything that falls out of your mouth Don't believe everything that falls out of your mouth Dig yourself a grave to drown in all your tears Hoping someone will pull you out before the water chokes you out You write in metaphor for an audience of one I'd stab you with your words if they were sharp enough to cut (But they're not) Don't believe everything that falls out of your mouth Don't believe everything that falls out of your mouth