The Flood

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Undress me like you mean it. I'm afraid I've seen it
The pictures of yourself that you tore into pieces
And threw on the ground like rose petals and ash
Hoping God wasn't watching you then
How he'd laugh
You took the trip and lost yourself, addressed the need for help
Abandoned everything you stood for. Go ahead and sit down
I remember rainy days and laughing, don't remember how
Compelled by death. Dressed to kill ourselves
Baby, we're martyrs now
But I backed out and you couldn't forgive me
Cursed the world and my name to anyone who was listening
Then you went and tried to overturn that open boat
For questioning the sicking feeling still keeping your head afloat
If that makes me a coward, I'm the one to blame
I knew death would bring some closure, but it's not really the same as
Stepping forward to combat that lonesome plague
Afraid that martyrs never live up to their name. We needed change

We swim like dead bodies
Arms stretched out
Face beneath the waves
And if you watch
The storm will stop
And we'll find our way to the bottom

I traced the freckles on your back until they spelled out run
It was the softest warning that there ever was
But I ignored it. Raised the tattered cloth above the hidden gem
Was never one to take directs, dear, or follow them
I built this bridge to stand, not to burn down or cross
But the sentiment of hatchets in my back has never been lost
You flooded both ends; I didn't make a sound
Even if it killed me, I wanted to find middle ground
And I did. So you mapped out the places you had been
To prove you weren't afraid to lose the hell that you were stuck within
I would've done the same, but to be completely honest
There isn't treasure at ever X. I promise
You cast off, a failed effort to escape the
Splintered foundation sinking under your mistakes
And as the current crashed against you, knew that you were lost
And the sea gently whispered your name against the rocks

We swim like dead bodies
Arms stretched out
Face beneath the waves
And if you watch
The storm will stop
And we'll find our way to the bottom

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