Crooked Tree

A never-ending hush
Kind of fills
The room
You’re busy in the dark
Cleaning your mess
Blackness masking an early tomb

Not a crooked tree
Keep hands off of me

Sleepless every night
It took a long time
Realizing my own implications
How did I blackout
All of that night?
A year’s hunt for my imperfections

For my sanity
You gotta leave me be
It’s not my fault
No, it’s not my fault

Persevering really sucks
My own constant hush
Nothing’s ever made me feel more lonely
Other strangers in the dark
I forget all of their names
Texts and calls from one side only

Not your crooked tree
Keep your hands off me
For my sanity
You gotta leave me be

It’s growing like a limb
A thorn in my side
Amputating this malignant worry
Forever and a day
I’ll find the grace
Trying to forget whatever happened

Cause it cuts right through
This thing I did with you
What’s it add up to?
A long time feeling mute
But I’m no crooked tree
Keep your damn hands off of me
You gotta leave me be
So I can breathe