Isabelline - Afterword Lyrics

My waking breath, its crooked teeth
It pulled me out of my bed
And dragged me into the street
And now I'm laying by the gutters
Scraped elbows and knees

Where is my sun to bread
Bread to crumbs
Look at what I've become
I don't care, if you're high or not
I care if you lie a lot
You tell me that it's real, no
That's not how I feel, yeah
Pulling out your hair
Doesn't tell me that you care

I've been walking through the motions
For a minute now
My family wonders how
I make it through the clouds
I am trapped inside my head
I kind of like it here
I am immune to fear
I use my knees to steer

I become the rain
I let my body drift far away
I'm stepping out of the shade

Oh, get the camera
'Cause I'm thinking
That the ceiling
Cannot handle the load
Maybe we sell the film, get rich
That's neither here nor there

But no way you're going home
With anybody that's not me
If I catch you with him
Then his ass is dead meat
And I'd really rather not
Have this conversation
'Cause I'm feeling irritated
No, I don't have the patience

I am but a young man
Nothing like a saint
Everybody telling me to paint my face
If I was you, wouldn't know what I'd do
Hope I'd help myself try to see me through