Bloom (Return to Dust)

There is a certain way we move these chains

Like a watch in a box that doesn't tell time

But instead just gives it

It all starts to bleed into miles that separate

Or phone calls that aren't on pace

Like the chemicals my grandfather gave me

Disarrayed and misconstructed

The wrong blend

But my only vice is the will to give in

To the only feeling that has ever felt (worth it)

Excuseless, trying to figure what's worth keeping

When I don't hate anyone else

Like half as much as I hate myself

It numbs in the never ending quiet that burns my eyelids

Learning to learn between the lines of (I want you to be free)

I want you to be free

To drink in the sex and the sleaze

The mud and the greed

Put a gun in the mouth of the sky and just breathe

Or to where I can bathe in my own conscience

Sometimes I wake up in the ER with a needle in my arm

Or in the back of a mangled car

In the silence before the light comes

But it always ends the same

With a flood coursing through my veins

Love is love

Return to dust

Love is love

Return to dust