Eggshells by Grim Sleepers

You keep wishing it would end

I hear you talk in your sleep

It's never the same again

And don't you see what its done to me

I grew another pair of eyes

To help me see behind my head

I traded them for bad advice


I cant keep moving forward

This time no not this time

the meaning of disorder

Is feeling narrow and mummified

The chase of sitmulation

So much better than what I catch

The price of elevation

Another fork a foot ahead

as I step on old eggshells

I'll never be at home again

And what the fuck I already fell

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