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They call me cursed

They call me part of a misfit crowd

I don’t listen to the best of them

I can’t put down an anchor

I guess that’s what happens

when I blind myself with sound

Let go of the silent screams,

you can find me

I’m rootless, caught so they can hold me by a string

and snip it with their pretty little blades

Strangle every angle when I run up the walls

I can’t help but coat you in layers of sarcasm

and hope it runs off you like oil and water

I’m not much better, I’m covered in crazy

I’m rootless

I’m rootless

I have to look twice

I can’t keep my promises

I guess that’s what happens

when I walk the world without a home

When I caught your eye

it’s like you could see right through me

and my invisible soul,

my lack of everything

I’m not much better, I’m covered in crazy

I’m rootless

I’m rootless

I scatter supernovas in your dreams but

I’d rather be alone,

screaming, twisting, without headlights

I can’t live without seeing inside myself

I can’t live with you