Coin Flips

Minutes rip from the incident It takes twenty years in the thick of it The sick-a-ness is now imminent Could be trauma bond when you're intimate Need cool mint, soothing ointment More appointments, therapy is booked Is it back luck? (yeah, yeah, yeah) God's coin flips Could have determined this (let's go) The sensation, is it permanent Ever heard of it? Something I don't do Think I'm real immune, but I'm seeing things Like a fever dream, comin' from the flu The heat is freezing, it's somethin' new Hands and hearts, are becomin' blue No sudden death, just erase of ease It's rotting souls like meth with teeth Stuff a bowl, no recipes Weed'll kill the fleas eating on your feet They can't complete, their filling feast If you end the lease, if you ever leave Not literally, it's a metaphor Leave the old self cropped out, out the door I promised her, I could let her speak, though Before she rots, and before she molds Before I go Enter my soul Start digging like a mole in there Before I go I make the font bold Bigger words of hurt I share Before I don't stop Rememberin' pain Trigger is an item I hate Triggers are an item I face More ways than one, see the bullets rain See the bullets rain See the bullets Rain It's pourin now It's time to take a mental vacation Amygdala, vacated I'm made of love, heart achin' When I hear my peers in a body bag Mind is flooded, I'm shaking Seeing stars like I'm pagan But when it comes to push to shove I can sit back and take it, I know I can Minutes rip from the incident It takes twenty years in the thick of it The sick-a-ness is now imminent Could be trauma bond when you're intimate Need cool mint, soothing ointment More appointments, therapy is booked Is it back luck? God's coin flips Could have determined this