From the recording Sitting With the Unknown
Better believe the attempts at stitching up the seams
Isn’t all that bad, as you once proclaimed it to be
Bittersweet, take the subtle hint as to be dragged
Through a wreckage self imposed
All that was known, hesitant tongues that speak
It has been a week of manic lack of sleep
And all that you made me see is that i am blind
Of what is right in front of me
How can we be sure of anything?
It’s not what endures with the seeds that sow are
Kept locked away on those dreary days
Revealing what is possible now
To the point of breaking me down
You have me but do i have you?