Ceilings Crack - Cursive

Passed out in your yard

My clothes were soaking in the morning rain

My head’s just a bruise, like walking in a coma

Like a battered drone

All my limbs are numb

I’ve been driving past your house

Been pounding at your door

I know I’m just a peon to you

But I deserve more

Than arrogance

Condolences

My hearts are on the sleeves of my shirts scattered over your lawn

And the morning dew… kissed them

Drunk on Bastille Day

Throwing pennies at the broken birds

Scribbling plans on napkins

A sketch of broken angel wings under your bed

My bandages

Stumbled over to your house

I’ll sneak in the back door

I know I’ve been an asshole to you, but that was before

The argument, the accident

Well, I’ve heard it’s just a matter of time before the hour is spent

And my hour is spent

I can’t afford it this time

I can’t afford this time

I can’t afford this time

I can’t afford it…

The hour has come for retribution

I’m storming the walls down

I’m storming the walls down

The hour has come for retribution

I’m storming the walls down

I’m storming the walls down

Before this night’s done, the wounds will be gone

I’m storming the walls down

I’m storming the walls down