Phase

That night when I lifted my head up And I was seeing what was trembling there On the edge of my restless eyelid On the tip of the horizon's lash On the lip of collapsing letter In the lap of confusing moon I'm reduced to an estranged illusion I'm consumed by all the shit in my room Well then maybe if you pick my room up Carve a path in my moonlit floor Through the colors I adorn my body with In ritual life I adore Now a daisy Julie just get up Put on a sweater from the day before Like you said it's got to get better I wear my shadow like a uniform I'm torn right through Divided right in two So while I do align my library By the colors on the spine of my books When I'm looking for a resolution But there's wreckage everywhere I look And there's brambles scratching at the window And there's silver shining on the thorns I could've sworn the moon's singing to me Shining a phase so strange and torn Now the stars look fake and strung up And the colors on the floor are worn And the hues on my body are muted In the shadow of my uniform I'm torn right through Divided right in two I'm lost without using The brightest light I knew That I knew --- Phase - Pinegrove