Only What Survives Γ - Crooner Version

the proof never lands the thought it derives deep inside the lies. I get better at telling what’s alive by how fast it dies. Time in my heart is teeth in the bones my love will erode if not left alone. So lure me quietly but don't bring me home I don’t trust heat. I trust the cold. Wounds never leave no matter how old. I don't believe in words, only what survives when the room goes cold the pain remains alive. episodic glue sticks to the soul attachs like a bomb a detonation unwhole I recognize your shape and your form, a magnetic blade-- the only surface where I am drawn. The first language is skin and breath. The smells and the sound burn paths in nerves; some enveloping, others bereft. Do you repel or do you shape the ones you pursue? I don’t want what’s good, I want what feels true. My essence remembers before my brain can object. I confuse safety with what I have left. My body commits before my mind consents. That’s not romance. that’s imprint. New faces, old wounds dance in their smiles the melody inside their chest is candy cane vile it's always an echo of how I was held when I was too broken to see past the veil. The noise and the hunger the cream and the cost never looking back at what I have lost. Underneath the signal that uncomfortable lie my quiet never begs you don’t feel it when it’s there if you listen carefully you'll hear it when it leaves This isn’t an oddesy and it isn’t defeat it is the scream in my blood that echoes repeat. This is what’s left when nothing is clean if you love me leave it empty without the lie. I'm not cold, I'm a device. Don't get addicted This isn’t nice. This isn’t need, it isn’t cure; It's what’s precise it's what endures. It is my breath when now I stop. And here my love a pattern lost. It’s quieter without the rain. Inside my core I shall remain.