Elegant Disasters

I'm the crutch, I'm the words on the back of your tongue

I'm the intermittent headaches

I'm the dirt running deep beneath your fingernails that can't be scrubbed

I'm the part you've kept hidden, I'm the stain on your name

I'm the opposite of conscience

I'm the needle in your side, I'm regret, I'm the dread, I'm the shame

I got tricked, made out to follow

Chest is empty, cold and hollow

All you look the same

Oh, collecting rain beneath your shoulders

Come be my blood, be my brother

Everyone knows you're just like me

You're deaf, that's all

Caught you up in spotlight

Caught you lost and tongue tied

Now we know what you look like

Now we know your hands are crooked

Try to walk so upright

Oh, you've come to pick a fight?

Now we know what you look like

We know your facade is cracking

Burning eyes and mouths of splinters

Cast their stones and drown the sinners

All you look the same

We could all make such good friends

Yeah, we're all just such elegant disasters

And though your heart never beat like mine

I can come and fill the gaps if you want me to

And we may never be as bright as them

But we'll never have to sink the way they do

We're no names

Somewhere out there things are in line

Somewhere out there we're all just fine