Flatwoods

Flatwoods - Glass Houses

I'm right here where you left me

My pulse has ceased but my lungs are not empty

If I drown here in my own blood

Would you step back when the pool edges up

Just to clarify I hate what you adore

Don't give a f**k if I die here alone

Your misplaced ego leaves you dying for attention

You found a noose now find where your head fits

Find where your head fits

I'm reaching through stigmata

I am the sins of the son and the father

Your ambitions are all fruitless

You're all nothing but pathetic and useless

If we are only healthy to the extent that our ideas are humane

Then I've caught myself a disease I'm coming down with a plague

I'm right here where you left me

My pulse has ceased but my lungs are not empty

If I drown here in my own blood

Would you step back when the pool edges up

I'm right here where you left me

My pulse has ceased but my lungs are not empty

The future is wasted on us

Becoming more of a threat than a promise