Bread and Budder

[Verse] I was a mess through the best days Breathless in beds of bad intentions Clouded in comfort, counting blessings Bored of blessings, blackened array I was distress through early grey Breathing in smoke and exhale elation Storm clouds of comfort calling my name Bored of their blessing , I start undressing [Pre-Chorus] 'Cause I Used to lose thread in the best charts Used to black out in dysfunctional grace Used to spit seasons at tenderness breaks Used to praise pain as irrelevance [Chorus] Now I'm the deep where hurt lives Found in a pulse on the first blaze Rose from rust to universe laced In toxic aided stupor... As nervous blistered wings break I'm a turn-spin tiltspace loser A blur-flick dreamstate gone amiss I'm a sterning stillface A slur-silvered half-disgrace [Verse] I crashed and bled in my best days Ground my teeth in a quest to be amazed Trashed my needs for the next big craze Slashed my dreams throats when the dread stayed Clashed with the peace in my rest phase Stashed all my grief in this dead phrase Dashing my schemes in a crash-test blaze Lashed my seams till they're thread-bare [Pre-Chorus] 'Cause I used to stall my lead in best starts Used to crawl heart‑sunk in presumptions Used to hide my blessedness from me Cause, in truth, I-don't-wanna-see!!!! [Chorus] Now I'm in a scream‑streaked maze Found a faultline in the faintest grace Rose from rust into verse‑haze I'm a nerve‑twist slipphrase A blur‑flick namesake I'm a curse‑slick wingbreak A slur‑silvered dreamstate I'm a turn‑split stillface A surge‑rid tiltspace [outro] blind to it is fine by me blind to it is all I need blind to it is fine by me All I want is NOT to see [end}