Stitches

Well I’m breaking the place up Cuz you’re stealing my air We’ve been going to hell in a handbag But it is what it is and I don’t really care The loss of direction Has turned me around I am a lone aberration Too early for judgment or too late to be found I can’t wait for these stitches to heal I’m pulling them out for the wound to be real The breaks and the bruises are All that I fell I can’t wait for these stitches to heal I tick like a time bomb And fight for my life The trick in the defusing You can live a new day or explode in the night I’ve peeled back my eyelids To try finding my way Waiting on some indication To leave with the light or to not where I lay I can’t wait for these stitches to heal I’m pulling them out for the wound to be real The breaks and the bruises are all that I need I can’t wait for these stitches to heal Bent not broken Down but not out Bless the chosen ones Who scream out loud