Empty Palms - This Town Needs Guns

When we embarked

Thought I had caught

The dark behind the new start

Can’t open up my facade

Formed foundations all falling apart

Subtle if you can’t see

Behind my smile

You’d see me face down

Beneath the silt and sands

Buried by my thoughts

The pressure gets so intense

At these depths

Squeezing breath 'til nothing’s left

To let the weight off my chest

My closed tight teeth

Feed self-esteem

To mislead how I’ve been

An unseen sinking anchor

I’ll pull you under

Fingers can slip

Let loose their grip

To our nights entwined

Our lives combined

To find tonight

Two holding hands now halved

Two empty palms grow apart

It’s best we part

I am broken and no good for you