The Comedown

I got a secret. Its on the tip of my tongue, its on the back of my lungs.
And I'm going to keep it- I know something you don't know.

It sits in silence: eats away at me.
It feeds like cancer, this guilt could fill a fucking sea.
Pulling Teeth, Wolves at my door.
Now falling & failing is all I know.

This disease is getting worse. I counted my blessings, now i'll count this curse. The only thing i really know: i cant sleep at night. Im buried and breathing in regret.

I may look happy, but honestly dear, the only way i'll really smile is if you cut me ear to ear. I see the vultures, they watch me bleed. They lick their lips, as all the shame spills out of me.

"REPENT, REPENT! THE END IS NIGH
REPENT, REPENT! WERE ALL GOING TO DIE
REPENT, REPENT! THESE SECRETS WILL KILL US
SO GET ON YOUR KNEES AND PRAY FOR FORGIVNESS"

We all carry these things inside that no one else can see.
They hold us down like anchors, they drown us out at sea.
I look up to the sky, they may be nothing there to see.

But if i don't believe in him... why would he believe in me?