Songs I Write | VIII

May You Rest If Not Die

I heard you changed your name again
Do you sometimes miss the old person you used to be?
A joking, a choking, a hoax king

I don't want answers, I don't want questions
But maybe I want to know
I don't want records, I don't want receipts
But if you're offering, consider it owed

Are your nights as bitter as mine, oh, mine?
Do you dream and wake up frightened of your own mind?
What you find to be the case, mistakes made in impetuous youth
The dark lines under your eyes, the scarlet of truth
May you rest if not die

Did you reconcile with your childhood best friends?
Or walk down your road and recall when
Embracing, engaging in playful disgracing
'Cause your mother, she liked me a bit
But not enough to ever let me in
Maybe that's where you got it from
Maybe that's why what's done is done

I don't want answers, I don't want questions
But maybe I want to know
I don't want records, I don't want receipts
But if you're offering, consider it owed

Are your nights as bitter as mine, oh, mine?
Do you dream and wake up frightened of your own mind?
What you find to be the case, mistakes made in impetuous youth
The dark lines under your eyes, the scarlet of truth
May you rest if not die