Growing beads in this earthy soft skin.
See the colour brim, it forms a little drop.
Dancing through rows of this crimson red.
Such an effort to find, an effort to bring it out.
It's an effort to climb, an effort to bring it down.
You found & brought it out, only to come back down.
& the morning's over, lost in a bid to calm your mind.
The blood spills over so you feel something.
But the evening's gone, used in a bid to make you happy.
Open your skin to give breath to the feeling.
Pull into the system as you leave quietly.
& stay alone, don't go outside.
If you go somewhere, take me.
Can't say I'll grow out of it, grow up or drown in it, It's too hard to predict what's next.
& you can all take bets, but in my head, it doesn't matter.
Lookin at me like I know, just what to do with your mess.
I tell you, I've not got a clue, but let's start with this.
I, I think that you should get dressed, in this case you'll find more is less.
So, leave them all, they don't care & you're better on your own.