When This Body Breaks
August, Yours Truly
When this body breaks
As a solemn guise
Turn your back to the light
And try to realize
I find it funny
I find it harsh
The way you look at me
The way I fall apart
We think of purpose
To give ourselves routine
As if theres honesty or truth
Inside the world we see
You want to love me
Lead me to God
I just want to feel
Like I belong
Abnormal sex, crime, and violence
As the dawn approaches
I let my fingers curl
I think of pointless endings
And I think of phantom girls
There's so little that we
All seem to know
About our wеary selves
And of this place wе grow
The endless chaos
That changes day to day
I rest on solid ground
And feel it slip away
And if this body breaks
And I've got to let you go
Think of me fondly
And of this world we know