The Cautious End of Things

These rooms are so suffocating
the bricks that hold me up
are the bricks that cave me in
ghosts and fingers
memories linger
somebody please make them go away

Honestly, I've been picking apart
the reasons to not be
on a string anymore
I've been moving toward
the cautious end of things

Your palpitations mirror mine
the bricks that you have molded
crumble around your mind
you didn't mean it
you only said it

Please be careful with the things you don't understand

Honestly, I've been picking apart
the reasons to not be
on a string anymore
I've been moving toward
the cautious end of things

Honesty is sickening when you let yourself believe.