Overgrown

You say your room is a confinement where you’re forced to have tea parties with your greatest enemy; your thoughts But looking through your window from the overgrown path, You room looks like a palace to me And as far as I can see, there’s no crusade out to take your land back The only force driving the dichotomy of nirvana vs. under siege, is you So do yourself a favor and lay your swords to rest until the final cue Fall back into bed and thank your posters hanging over head That your innocence has worked for and not against you Conferring with coffins to abstain at any cost Only for me to realize That I didn't find you ‘cause you were never lost Countering-protesting the coroner Tracking my lucky stars like an astronomer Only for me to suffer through stuttering speech Of how I never really found you cause you were never really lost Look into the center of my black circles growing wider And see the portal to hell I’ve absorbed inside I’ve never had so much hate in my heart I’m grappling with the absence of you more than ever But I never really found you cause you were never really lost