Knowledge - Keegan Joyce

come on force it down and say

promises you made

have all but gone away

keep on lingering at my door

the frosted window shadow

hurts no more

and you know

you know

i need

its the dirty truth

press your notes

into my back

paper crumples my chest

it crumbles, cracked

look me up and stare me down

concious, heavy thoughts

your churning sounds

and you know

you know

what I need

it’s the dirty truth

sour notes, acidic tastes

spitting, swelling images

that I should waste

right inside left me with my lungs

invisible and gut wrenching kneel rung

and you know

you know

what I need is you

its the dirty truth