Bite

Bite

Sometimes the simplest of things,

Can become the hardest to bear.

Like when you touched my eyelid.

And told me to sleep.

Or when you ran your fingers through my hair.

And told me to fuck.

Or when you hit that piano key.

And it rang for hours inside of me.

Sometimes the darkest nights,

Will keep you awake.

Just wondering how did I become this way.

So bitter and haunted,

Just lost in the dirt.

Digging mud out of your soggy brain.

And bitting your nail.

Tasting blood that's already become stale.

Sometimes you lie out of need.

But most of the time you just don't say anything.

Your eyes are so hard.

But your hands are so tender.

Living your life to the chords,

Of an out of tune fender.

Strumming away til your drunk.

Just looking to find the right funk.