Weathered - The Hotelier

You were awakened

I was never asleep

I was just drilling some holes in my head that perpetually bled

You fed your senses

I made art of myself

I drew bear claws on my chest and third eyes on my head looking down

It was live, it was all live

Ammunition in the gun

And I meant it, every bullet, and I hope they all stung

Because that’s what I deal with every time I lift up the back of my shirt and I

show you

What you drew that night with a Swiss Army Knife saying «it was only maps of

constellations»

Your hands were shaking

Mine were stiff as stones

They said grab a hold

We said fuck off, we’ll find our way home

My blood was burning

Yours was spilling out

We said we’d fly to the end of the earth just to find ourselves

Oh

And your heart, it was not there when I needed it the most

I was floating, It was grounded, getting buried

Too deep to stay close

And I swore I’d dig it up someday, build a fire just to keep it warm,

Then we’ll get off the ground and drink rain from the clouds and go dance out

in the storm

Oh-hoh

(Woo!)

Oh, because birds we fly together

I feel tethered, de-feathered, and weathered

A push at its best would get me out my nest then I’ll never come home

It was love, it was true love

Not that shit sold from Hallmark, Hollywood, or Wal-Mart

I’m losing twelve years worth of soul mates

And it’s harder and realer than anything I’ve ever felt