Bear with me
My tongue is dry and my veins are drained
the letters in my mouth taste a little bit strange
And I aligned those lines but theyre still deranged
So Bear with me
If I stood and my knees cackled like silver spoons
And the vowels held on to my tongue and tripped over my teeth
And
every breath that I breathe felt like my lungs were clogged with flames
and my thoughts fossiled in my ventricles, and I suffocated on your names
and I let you down where I should've stood tall with you on the ground
Bear with me,
I tend to make excuses, I tend to lose things occassionally so I guess I'd say that I'd done done lost my faith thats why I started losing people's faith in me.
Bear with me,
I'm clumsy
and I must have stepped on a truth and tripped over a few promises and accidentally broke them. But I swear whenever I hear promise I think about the reassurance at the beginning not the let down finally and not the anticipation based on absurd truth in between first and eventually.
Bear with me,
I forget things,
You tend to be forgetful in times of war,
I'm always at war
And Sometimes I forget what cause I stand against and who's army I fight for,
Sometimes I forget to put my arrmor on,
And I know that's obscene in your culture but I feel a lot lighter when my armor's at home.
Bear with me,
I'm the kind of a person who pushes people away only to regret it when they end up alone.
Bear with me.
I'm an anchorstone,
I'm that metal bar that brings the thunder upon your ship,
I'm the ice bergs standing tall against your titanic trip,
I hold you back.
But have my back,
bear with me,
I have no sense of fashion or directions so if I one day dress up as the devil, hold your right hand and take you to the wrong way then bear with me, I swear I don't usually mean to.
Sometimes I indulge in blasphemy
And my vocal chords defy the voice of the law.
And sometimes my thoughts defy what's divine and that's not defined by the fact that the delusional poet I am thinks his metaphors are shelters enough for him to hide behind.
Bear with me,
Because I write and I try to express and not expose
And impress without having to pose
But I suppose I'm a little bit out of my mind
Because the words I eventually align are sets of thoughts that were never mine.
I guess that makes me a pathological liar,
Or a conman,
Or the Frankenstein of truths and lies,
And I'm sorry if my heartbeats are thoughts that keep you up at nights,
Or if you thought my pets were monsters that were to hide beneath your bed to frighten you,
Or if you ever thought that I was there for fighting you
Bear with me,
We sometimes give each other black eyes and I know you caught me a few times cutting open your stitches or tryna push you off bridges
But people do that to themselves sometimes.
Bear with me,
It won't be long before I choke and I run out of ryhmes.
And my train of thoughts derails,
And I run out of adrenaline to find,
So I take a leap of faith..
But until then...
I'm alive...
I survive...
Right?
My tongue is dry and my veins are drained
the letters in my mouth taste a little bit strange
And I aligned those lines but theyre still deranged
So Bear with me
If I stood and my knees cackled like silver spoons
And the vowels held on to my tongue and tripped over my teeth
And
every breath that I breathe felt like my lungs were clogged with flames
and my thoughts fossiled in my ventricles, and I suffocated on your names
and I let you down where I should've stood tall with you on the ground
Bear with me,
I tend to make excuses, I tend to lose things occassionally so I guess I'd say that I'd done done lost my faith thats why I started losing people's faith in me.
Bear with me,
I'm clumsy
and I must have stepped on a truth and tripped over a few promises and accidentally broke them. But I swear whenever I hear promise I think about the reassurance at the beginning not the let down finally and not the anticipation based on absurd truth in between first and eventually.
Bear with me,
I forget things,
You tend to be forgetful in times of war,
I'm always at war
And Sometimes I forget what cause I stand against and who's army I fight for,
Sometimes I forget to put my arrmor on,
And I know that's obscene in your culture but I feel a lot lighter when my armor's at home.
Bear with me,
I'm the kind of a person who pushes people away only to regret it when they end up alone.
Bear with me.
I'm an anchorstone,
I'm that metal bar that brings the thunder upon your ship,
I'm the ice bergs standing tall against your titanic trip,
I hold you back.
But have my back,
bear with me,
I have no sense of fashion or directions so if I one day dress up as the devil, hold your right hand and take you to the wrong way then bear with me, I swear I don't usually mean to.
Sometimes I indulge in blasphemy
And my vocal chords defy the voice of the law.
And sometimes my thoughts defy what's divine and that's not defined by the fact that the delusional poet I am thinks his metaphors are shelters enough for him to hide behind.
Bear with me,
Because I write and I try to express and not expose
And impress without having to pose
But I suppose I'm a little bit out of my mind
Because the words I eventually align are sets of thoughts that were never mine.
I guess that makes me a pathological liar,
Or a conman,
Or the Frankenstein of truths and lies,
And I'm sorry if my heartbeats are thoughts that keep you up at nights,
Or if you thought my pets were monsters that were to hide beneath your bed to frighten you,
Or if you ever thought that I was there for fighting you
Bear with me,
We sometimes give each other black eyes and I know you caught me a few times cutting open your stitches or tryna push you off bridges
But people do that to themselves sometimes.
Bear with me,
It won't be long before I choke and I run out of ryhmes.
And my train of thoughts derails,
And I run out of adrenaline to find,
So I take a leap of faith..
But until then...
I'm alive...
I survive...
Right?
