Point 08

Countdown Seconds to hours to minutes Breathe now You're slurring the words of your sentence Muscle tension causing pressured tendons Codependent and half suspended in the air And no one's gonna catch you there Tripping over myself like a child But my innocence is gone and defiled In a daze You can't even see your own fingers The holidays Are harder when nobody lingers Tripping over myself like a child But my innocence is gone and defiled You said I would turn out just like my father Three absent words from my mother I'd apologize but I can't be bothered A trauma error, a memory falter I'm always sad You're always angry We know each shade of blue My shoulder blades Dulled by the weight Sharpened your words to cut through will like broken glass Where'd you get that bruise Oh dear it's nothing Stumble in your father's shoes I'm tripping still just like a child Tripping over myself like a child But my innocence is gone and defiled You said I would turn out just like my father Three absent words from my mother I'd apologize but I can't be bothered A trauma error