Let this be the one

Don't let it bleed all over more songs

I'm quickly realizing the

Futility in cauterizing

The pain wells up my eyes with

Reminders of defeat

How I couldn't cut through the noise

We're both sick of the sound of my voice

Distorting its intention

I'm better off bleeding it out

The sadness, the pus, and the doubt

Sick from it coming out wrong

Between the spilling and crying

There's a person to be shed

A tub for drowning; a question

What is real and in my head

Baby bathwater