Feeling like sunday

This candle burnt out ages ago,
you should have realized i could never glow.
my pencil's my crutch but it won't support me now
it's my own fault for stupidly chasing clouds.

still, i can't stop the spinning in my head,
all my thoughts intimidated me; my prayers yet again left unsaid.
each breath feels like winter and its like im back in december
everyone's gaze is a knife and i don't want to remember...

"oh darling, don't get too close to that flame."
maybe this is what i want, perhaps i deserve the maim.
my legs won't move fast enough and i'm sick of violins singing me to sleep
i'm still not brave enough to make that final leap

i feel your hand prints all over me; they just won't disappear.
i sense the static drowning me, so dangerously cavalier.

ian's hospital whispers still ringing in my ears
clutching cold fingers and dead eyes, my blue shirt stained with tears.
your alchoholic advice meant so much more than my childish fright
on days like today i'd do anything to return to that night

i broke my promise;
i became you. i became you...

is this justice or just us?