turbulent

Patron saint of broken things I tried to fly with unsteady wings There's a hole where my soul should be I'm not sad right now, I'm just angry Still feel it burn inside me So bright that it blinds me Will I ever pull myself together This poison is familiar It's never tasted better Patron saint of broken minds I'm fucked up and that's the bottom line Stone-cold sober I'm not alright But when I'm nodding out I feel just fine Tell Bill I'll be back when I've had enough I just need to feel free while I'm young Sometimes I think I'm being judged But I can't change the curse that's in my blood Still feel it burn inside me So bright that it blinds me Will I ever pull myself together This poison is familiar It's never tasted better