28 (Reflection) Lyrics

It's like my darkest days are best on pedestals

Like my worst moments are celebrated most

It's like the deepest cuts produce the darkest colors

And everybody loves the shade and so I'm back to running

Ripping open every wound

Doors open, turning closets into tombs

Drown 'em out, let my woes do the talking

I choke 'em out, I keep these dry bones from walking

Rip the canvas

They love texture, don't they?

Art is pain and I need exposure

I sought the gray cloud viciously

Now, what's wrong with that imagery?

Let me start, your pain is not your testimony

It's a start, but don't let it be your only focus

Or soon you'll find yourself wishing for The Fall

So when you get up, you can write another song

That's not right

And I don't want to do it

So when I write

I only look to You through it

Lately, my prayers have all been feeling superstitious, though

Like, "What can you do for me?"

And, "Can you make it quicker?"

I'll be the first to admit to my own volition

That I have glossed over aspects of my addiction

But who am I to complain? The sparkle beckons

It's the twinkle in their eye that distorts my vision

Splinter in my eye

Ladder built of all the timber I can't climb

I've been tryna do this right my whole life

Is this a pat on the back, or is it just a knife?

It's how I'm feeling

It's how I'm feeling