open from glass ep by døves

dark medicine, black magic
resurrection, hands are bound
unholy, scattered ashes
drowned in salt and sound

scars on my arms, i might open that up
i might take another just to try my luck
i’ve been holding my head, i’ve been holding my tongue
i’ve been drinking so much for too long

dnd did you put it to your temple or the back of your throat?
i just want to talk, compare some notes
but i really want some closure, will you think of me before you go?
or will you leave me all alone?
will you tell me when you’re gone?
will you tell me if you don’t know?
don't know
if I could die slow
i just want to have a home
i just want the wound to close
scar tissue, black holes, i know

dwelling on a dream
i can’t even speak
i can hardly breathe, all i want to do is leave
like I’m lost in the trees, hard rain, cold sleep
half sleep
what’s wrong with me?
a shattered heart and codeine
bad dreams, on me
it’s on me
i’ll die in my sleep
i’ll die by my hand
my heart, my sleeve, my peace

in dreams, bad dreams

• Devotional
• gothboiclique
• Los Angeles