Life Is a Storm

I haven't left my bed, but my dog is giving eyes
And so we step outside, without her, I'm not sure I'd be alive
There's a fog by the shore, there's a fog in the mirror
I am searching for signs, please don't look me in the eyes

I get uglier each morning, don't I?

When death becomes calm, when my life is a storm
I will freak myself out, nothing freaks me out more
I'm scared to look down, there's blood on the floor
Yes, I know I'm alive, as I'm cutting the chord

Cutting the chord

Finally reading the new book and it's making me feel good
There's blood in my cheeks again, my handwriting's changing
To be more like hers, 'cause she's who I am now
She's more than a part of me, she was in the shadows that's so hard to see

I get lovelier each morning, don't I?

When death becomes calm, when my life is a storm
I will freak myself out, nothing freaks me out more
I'm scared to look down, there's blood on the floor
Yes, I know I'm alive, as I'm cutting the chord

Mm-hm

I will pull apart my insides just to know what it feels like
When I'm put back together, would it make me feel better?
Pull apart my insides just to know what it feels like
When I'm put back together, would it make me feel?