Bears In Trees - Cut Corners on Short Walks

The sour substances
That make up my hind brain
Have slowly become stagnant
And I have surely become insane
And the anger I feel in my veins
Has stopped pouring out the hole in my face
And remains in my stained rib cage
Broken by 14 with no chance for absolution
Cause they refused to open their minds eye
And see we too were human
We were searching for joy with apophatic conclusions
we starting savoring our apathy
and all of our bruises
And the songs we sung when our minds were done
And our lungs bled our tongues said We're done with the humdrum'
We used to be so pure, so fragile and raw
Now we set campfires in car parks and cut corners on short walks
From out of the flames
we reclaimed our decay
And the world became a stage
Complete chaotic oh we played
Cryptic visions of us disposing of our selves
Became sordid depictions of disposable wealth
And then she laid me down 

Whilst I was in a drunken stupor 

And she took my hand and forced me to use her 
For things I desired not for 

My friend was asleep on the floor

I would ask myself constantly am I remembering that right

A paralytic memory hazy daze of a night 

Was I truly destroyed

And an imperfect person 

Or was I just co-opting 

The curses of coercion

After that event my hair grew out 

Matted and frayed 

Like a rope you'd have to cut and burn 

To make usable again 

But to assess my temperament 

The contours of my skull 
I shaved off all my hair 
A saw I still could be well
The light
In my eyes
Reignited
with a vengeance (When I saw the)
Sunrise
Around a campfire with my best friends

Written by:
Callum Litchfield, George Berry, Iain Gillespie, Nick Peters

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Lyrics © Sentric Music

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