Sensibilities

Flying high, feeling low Everything aligned, nobody knows Scores go up, walls come down These are sessions for a sick person, I think you're ready for 'em now Feelings I am hyperaware weave through me like strands of hair french braided by my Mom I fall apart at every stare Wish on every eyelash, not that Sunny even cares Angel cards, reading well I like having secrets that make me smile to myself Feelings I am hyperaware weave through me like strands of hair french braided by my Mom Can't help when tears fall or for how long Can't sit through the gore of the Revenant but I'll stare at my scars until they're Permanent Hurting me, but I stomach all your pain She's more sensitive than my heart Winded me, now I'm gasping for answers I bet it's 'cause I read too much Descartes Feelings I am hyperaware weave through me like strands of hair french braided by my Mom Can't help when tears fall or for how long Can't sit through the gore of the Revenant but I'll sure as hell stare at my scars until they're permanent There's no hurting me and my sensibilities (Sensibilities) Is this feeding me or freeing me (Is this feeding me or freeing me) Are you feeding me or freeing me And my sensibilities (Sensibilities) Are you feeding me or freeing me