Sometimes, I hate the way I sing
I'm downcast under ashen clouds
And jovial during spring
I rely on the blueness of my ring
I'd rather not converse with friends
And write of color and string
I don't believe in love, I'm terrified to swim
I disapprove of my body
And I execrate my skin
I'm too high to be loved by my good friends
Sobriety is a pain for me
But I'm keeping strong for him
O Liquesco, fio unum cum aqua
Nulla molestiarum
I'm no longer the drowned
The hollow-hearted
Let the light sustain the shine
Sometimes, I write away my days
The pen and paper speaks for me while my piano plays
I don't know how to say it to your face
So I'll compose a dying rose that wilts away delayed
I take the pill of life, will it make me hunt for meat?
I build myself back up from embers, until I feel complete
If this time I can't let these songs heal me
Allow the blue to become red and love the saline sea
