Reedcutter

If there’s a chemical in my brain that doesn’t bite
I’m gonna find it on my time
And god damn what you’re given
If there’s no flickering torches lighting up your face
I’m gonna cave, I’m gonna dig up a good grave
I’m gonna put out the nice plates
I built a home with no doors
It’s all ceilings and floors
I tried to burn it down twice
You should have seen me in that expiring light
I felt the consciousness die outright
And now I’m in the grip of a hard night
It’s alright
But memory made friends with me and dressed me in catastrophe
And hopefully you’ll never see that I’m at my best when I am asleep
If there’s no quickening in your heart when you take flight
Stop holding out for the real price to keep the grief that you’re given
If there’s some elegy fighting to escape your throat
I’ll keep it slow, I’ll count the arteries up close
Try not to bleed on the nice prose
I built a home with no doors
It’s all ceilings and floors
I watched it burn out of spite
I should have held on to that expiring light
Before the consonants died outright
And they went and traded a straight spine for a good sign
So the reeds start growing
You start cutting them down
When the reeds keep growing
You keep cutting them down
And the reeds are still growing
You’re still cutting them down
So when the reeds stop growing
Who the hell are you now?
And all the reeds start growing
You start cutting them down
And when the reeds keep growing
You keep cutting them down
So the reeds hate growing
You hate cutting them down
But when the reeds stop growing
Who the hell are you now?
And this is how you die well
You make a pact with yourself
You try to grieve the hard nights
And then you take all of that expiring light
Melt it down, forge a knife
Kill time and say you put up a good fight
But that’s life
‘Cause memory made friends with me
Then threw me from the balcony
Pity that you didn’t see I did my best when I was asleep
Oooh, but you’re calling my bet
And we watched our bloodstream stop