Drift

You can let yourself fall in love with Falling in love with anything really Just close your eyes Close your eyes Close your eyes And count one, two, three Butcher makes me balk At his positive talk What makes the butcher tick What does he think I feel the absence inside of me growing Present is the fear of where this might be going The absence inside of me growing Present is the fear of where this might be going Oh They may slur and they're obscure When you wish they were more clearer What makes the butcher tick What does he think? I feel the absence inside of me growing Present fear of where it's going The absence inside of me growing Diffuse me like a bomb With a few choice words And I will be calm Butcher said nothing so no one gets hurt, but Behind his eyes, the pain's obscured Fill my hands until they're spilling I do not know how to stop When is an unwanted notion Time exists for those who don't Bug inside my head is lurking Ticking as impending bombs do Suddenly skin crawls Quiet warning Take me as I lay before you I invoke the spirits, here, where We are linked on common ground Shadows bound to ancient rules Fastened to us, tho, still unfound Maybe I don't have control and Maybe you can't tame the soul Maybe I don't have control and Maybe you can't tame the soul When I stop caring When all my hope goes You'll know Like a child salivating Trapped behind a piece of glass Cannot reach this thing I'm craving You'll know Feel you closer Bait my breathe To drift