Bodily
The moment I wake up you're on my mind
Between my stomach and my throat, there are too many ties
You've consumed my brain and while I'm trying not to let you go
I know I've got to let you slip down and off my spine
I guess you'll be the one mistake that I'll never fully regret
And you're not the only one that's wondering why I'm not done yet
You are my anxiety
It's such a sick feeling
But I know if you're not at my forehead you're at the back of my neck
You're there when I sleep when I wake
You're the reason I still feel anymore
You're the break in my veins
You're the poison I freely take
The gilded daybreak is coming in
And from what I remember it's such a sick feeling
But it still needs to be spoken
Your very existence is dragging me down
Bittersweet tragedy but we're all fine now
And I can't seem to write anything without you haunting in it
You're still in me
You are bodily
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