Tapestry

Whiplash from the angel and the devil on my shoulder

Hard to tell that I've grown colder

Only obvious when I'm looking back on warmer days

Can't cut a corner in a thorny maze

Justify my inability to open up to another woman just because I'm in a horny phase

Heart's not going back on the line

Rather put my head in the fucking hole where the hornet stays

Things are never perfect

But I still think it's worth it work hard for something I can work with

On the drugs I'm not touching the ground, and I don't feel complete, so I must be a circuit

I need something that can light the load