Uneven & Brittle

I stay away
When you burn me like fire
I’m unmatched as I’m lazy
You spit as you say:
I get crushed by my dreams
That I clawed and begged for

It’s myself, I deceive
I got all I asked for!
If I wait in deep sleep
There’s nothing there to pray for
Uneven and brittle
Is there fruit on our tree?

Those altered dreams
I saw there
Now look back at us cracked
And loving care notions
Break as they retract
It’s the morning here now
There’s some peace, but no laughter

It’s myself, I deceive
I got all I asked for!
If I wait in deep sleep
There’s nothing there to pray for
Uneven and brittle
Is there fruit on our tree?

The spirit master
From whom we spent
I sit now and see
All mine was pretense

It’s myself, I deceive
I got all I asked for!
Uneven and brittle
Is there fruit on our tree?

It’s myself, I deceive
I got all I asked for!
Uneven and brittle
Is there fruit on our tree?

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