Anabolic Spudsman

Want to let go
Loosen up my fingers
This thread won't hold
Another night, a longer winter

I count my steps
The glass below me
Runs through my feet
A longer cut is bleeding on me

Your arms are tired from the dead weight
You try to hide it

I see it on your face
You blur me out
You hear the voices get too loud
They're screaming now
Wearing you down
What's in my head
Is pouring out
Cause you ran out of stitches

The corners of your eyelids
Still half shut and cutting through the silence
I hate the way I pull you under
Cause I should know better

I see it on your face
You blur me out
You hear the voices get too loud
They're screaming now
Wearing you down
What's in my head
Is pouring out
Cause you ran out of stitches

Your arms are tired from the dead weight
You try to hide it just to calm the silence

Your arms are tired from the dead weight
You try to hide it just to calm the silence

I see it on your face
You blur me out
You hear the voices get too loud
They're screaming now
Wearing you down
What's in my head
Is pouring out
Cause you ran out of stitches

Harm in my voices
Walking through late nights
Of soaking up a bleeding room

The strain on your fingers
When you hold my sadness
So afraid I'm hurting you