Epsom Salt Oatmeal Acne

you call it world-weariness, I call it attitude.

I need a friend
With arms wide
I need a friend who knows no mercy
The
The
wrestles me to the ground I raging and race
A cloth with ether ü over mouth and nose

I need deep, black night
behind my eyelids
An antidote to the pain
In my members
I need a shot of fire
In my veins
I need
a stretcher, blue lights and sirens
I need, I need, I need light

Bring me home I'm already
too long out here
Come and carry me, Do not ask again where you want


I home I'm already too far out here
supporting me, beat me down
I'm not quiet enough

I need a
friend with broad wings,
can bring me home safely
Through the darkness, the wind, the rain,
To me then to lay before my door

And there only on the threshold
Will I bleed to death if
I'm still
If the rain each cell

flood I need, I need, I need nothing

Bring me home I'm too
long out here
Come and carry me, Do not ask again

where I want to go home
I'm already too far out here supporting
beat me, me down
I'm not quiet enough

Take me home
I'm too far out here
come and carry me, Do not ask again

where I want to go home
I'm already too far out here supporting
beat me, me down
I'm not quiet enough