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 feel. I can't wait for theses stitches to heal. I tick like a time bomb. And fight for my life. The trick is 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 rot 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 feel. I can't wait for these stitches to heal. Bent not broken. Down but not out. Bless the chosen ones. Who scream out loud. 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 feel. I can't wait for these stitches to heal. For these stitches to heal. For these stitches to heal