Numb my ears and hold me still,
give me purpose to fulfill.
Shout a name out, shout a song–
you always seem to shout it wrong.
When I’m drowning, God forbid,
drowning now in things I did,
as the air escapes my lungs,
hold my body to the rungs.
Tether me, and whisper things,
whisper silence ’till it sings,
whisper with a shouting song,
say I did good all along.
Promise me you’ll never go.
(I know that you will go, though.
It’s only time before we break–
I break–do it for my sake.)
My ashes like snow on the town,
At least you had me tethered down.
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