Cold sweat, from a dead sleep

I woke up with a nose bleed

Blood stains on the bed sheets 

And with Each tick of the heart beat 

And I taste battery acid 

I stumbled to the bathroom

Washed clean like baptist

And my head feels like a vacuum

 

When I go back to the crime scene

you’ll tell me it’s madness

But baby I know what the signs mean

It’s an ink blot

it's a rorschach

in the blood stains

on the mattress

 

Anna Freud had me paranoid that I can’t avoid defenses 

But Im sick of being pensive, 

My consciousness is fried

And daring youth is bulletproof,

But I'm coming to my senses

We were born to live on fences

Oh nothings cut and dry

 

Cold sweat, from a dead sleep

I woke up with a nose bleed

Cold night I was Nineteen 

And I should be home in jersey 

But I came back after new years 

To my dorm room made of concrete

Cause of some sick resolution 

That there’s honor in being lonely 

 

Anna Freud made me paranoid That’s I’d kissed off adolescence 

And I woke up to an ambulance the morning bowie died

And I spent that week at open mics, to wrestle the depression

Ch ch ch ch changes are incessant baby

nothings cut and dry

 

Cold sweat, from a dead sleep

I woke up with a nose bleed

Blood stains on the bed Sheets 

Had me scared to death, the stain looks just like me

 

Am I’m sick of who I am 

and sick of who I meant to be

Holden fucking Caulfield of the 21st century 

 

Anna Freud had me paranoid that I’m hostage to my musing

Cause I keep on living chapters from catcher in the rye

Solitudes an opiate, one I’ve tried to kick abusing 

But I know I’ll keep on using 

Oh nothing's cut and dry