Posture And Progress

[Verse 1] I am the king of short phrases Because my good intentions never make it that far My hand is at the seam Strained I’ll never make it that far I am begging for mercy at the hands of myself I am drowning in my own ink, reaching for the rim of the well Tilt me over onto a canvas and let my thoughts transpose So all that’s needed is a bridge of light Where visions and thoughts are the passer bys Crossing the t’s and dotting the i's in the space between connection and sight I want my words to act as the weather, sealing gaps in the dialogues between a man and another While you wish to live forever, I only wish to forever live in the kinds of words written to live by [Chorus] Save this shell of a man (Gripping throats but killing cotton) before his fractures bring him down Hold his words captive as he held the pulse within his fist(Serves as management for the most uncommon) [Verse 2] Buried underneath a burden, leaking thoughts out onto the pavement Pull me from the wreckage and follow the scars painted on my body To the heart of a mouth sewn shut To the heart of a mouth sewn Hid behind these walls lay the lion, like trapped thoughts in a cage For this is an emergency, please operate and remove my stories (Remove my stories) [Chorus] Save this shell of a man (Gripping throats but killing cotton) before his fractures bring him down Hold his words captive as he held the pulse within his fist(Serves as management for the most uncommon) [Outro] Save this shell of a man (I am the king of short phrases) before his fractures bring him down Hold his words captive as he held the pulse within his fist(I am the king of short phrases)