Sewn Together

Progression requires destruction
The weight of comfort pulls me back down

Burning up at both ends
I reach out for more than
All they wanted

I gaze into your eyes
Rolling loaded dice
Weak ties
Collide

I step outside my body
(Muffle every sound, muffle every sound, muffle every sound)
Into the light
(Or you're in the ground, or you're in the ground, or you're in the ground)
Of a second chance
(All that's solid melts, all that's solid melts, all that's solid melts into air)

Sewn together and ripped apart
Pulled by the thread of institution
I am stitched by all I've ever known
Intently ignorant and otherwise unwilling
I no longer make decisions
The algorithm guides me
Complicit and complacent
Sedated and irreverent
I feel my stitches getting hot
Filling with pus
Oozing from my guilty pleasures
I miss the simpler times
When I couldn't see over the counter
But I must unclench my jaw at the thought of change
Letting my blood boil over
As each and every stitch must be ripped apart

The weight of comfort pulls me back down