Narrow Mouth - The Early November

My body is asleep

My mind is wide awake

It’s my fault I’m locked inside

I try to find a way out

I’m clenching both my eyes

Forcing my breath, I try to stay alive

But not a sound comes out, I panic

And now I’m shutting down

You gotta get something right, I swear it’s smite

You framed this crime while I was sedated

This plastic form fed smile reveals the teeth you hide

While we live through the narrow space between

While we live through the narrow space between your eyes

What you could never imagine is about to happen

Without sight, sound control

It takes you home like a smile

Leads you into the conversation

It forms around you like a pool of warm ignorance

What started out as words

Just air passing through your lips

Is all I can focus on

You gotta get something right, I swear it’s smite

You framed this crime while I was sedated

This plastic form fed smile reveals the teeth you hide

We feed off the narrow space between

We live through the narrow space between your eyes

The veins in my eyes are getting tense

Opening slowly and wider than before

I feel the rush, the adrenaline

I can actually feel the blood

Coursing through my veins

How do you hold on to it?

How do you hold on to it?

How do you hold on to it?

How do you hold on to it?

How do you hold on to it?

Take a deep breath

And hold who you’re near

Forget the looming thoughts

And the sounds in your ear

It’s all becoming drones

Drowning into the background

Of what was never clear