Color Worn - Gates

You fold the fabric of your lie

And hang it up on a clothesline

To never wear again

While I sew the fibers of my pride

To cover me in the afterlife

To bury my own skin

And all you are is anonymous

And all I am is another one

As you roam the streets like it’s your right

And break the windows to try and find

Another for your sin

I paint my home on the outside

Remind myself that I shouldn’t mind

The color worn within

And all you are is anonymous

And all I am is another one

Oh what I’ve become in the face of doubt

A seamstress mending a beggar’s shroud

Before I succumb to the thread I’m bound

I’ll tear the life from your open mouth

Lifeless like this, trying to pretend nothing happened

In fear that you’ll walk into someone’s garden

All while I lament that all they are is another one

Oh what I’ve become in the wake of doubt

A seamstress rending a beggar’s shroud

Alone I succumb to the thread I’m bound

I find you rapt in a bed you found

If only not to fear you now

I tear the life from your open mouth and take it

I need to erase you…

And now can you see the color worn in me?

The more that you bleed, the more I am free