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im just a knight without the armor and grace

a miscommunicated thought shared with you

come out of hiding when im feeling its okay

take a sword for you somewhere along the way

in my healing worried that its just a flesh wound

but if thats what it has to be then still i think

theres a chance that you would want to notice me

and i'd rather not bleed and find you waiting

now in haste i hurried cleaning the infection

and theres no one within miles of my affection



as im

sitting on my shell and waiting for your word

in the waiting my voice passes thru the walls

and the temperature is dropping on my skin

and the pressure is rising up thru my blood

and i'd rather be back in my hiding spot

and my shell is always calling on my name



i feel like im on a november shore when

im stepping through the doors of victory

and on the party floor i like the corner

but all i really want is to dance with you

and in my feelings i wish to be smiled upon

still im cautous like im walking on coral reefs

even as i see the wood floors below my feet

a hand gets me moving and another pushes

till i trip over the adrenaline flowing

and im back to the corner back out of place



back in my hiding place and im



sitting on my shell and waiting for your word

in the waiting my voice passes thru the walls

and the temperature is dropping on my skin

and the pressure is rising up thru my blood

and i'd rather be back in my hiding spot

and my shell is always calling on my name



and i want to make it forget i exist

and i want to believe you see i exist

and i want to make it forget my name and

i want to forget the spot that my shell lays