Scatter Brained.

Give me an essence that I can't build. Give me your philosophy and keep it in mind. We've got a long way to walk but the directions are short. It's a long lost creed in this broken down house, and we've all let out our demons that only our voice could cast. Carry it all until the birds fly away.

Your words aren't loud anymore. Sinking in your flaws, covering up paths. Can't buy hope, can't push yourself. Like a pebble rolling down a hill, you're keeping it all to yourself. Open up these thoughts. Speak up, I can't hear. No one listens when you're talking to yourself.

Nothing fits together anymore. Never had the right pieces.

I spent seven years of love in a hospital for souls. There wasn't a cure for our weak and cut up hands, we'd worked our fingers to the bones fighting for our justification. We never even whispered, we spoke in smiles. There was never any reason to jump over the hill, we had it all together until we went outside. Oh, we went outside.

You spoke for the first time.