I've been bleeding well from this old wound

cleaning it with salt so it will still feel new

sometimes eyes turn black sometimes scars are tracks

but everytime youre gone I wish that you'd come back



and everyone watched me waste myself

and everyone cheered at last

all of the founded comforting

its better its me than them



I think im doing well from what they say

if takin both my belts and shoe laces away

but I believe in luck I think I do

but I believe for sure if ever I see you



I've been fanning flames from these old coals

feeding them with tender and hoping they will grow

and I've been savoring what I cant hold

a blind belief in goodness that doesnt seem to show



I've been bleeding well from this old wound

cleaning it with salt so it will still feel new.