Rswll - Fetch & Fletch Lyrics

"Trauma has some quiet symptoms"
That's what my counsellor said
And you don't know you're living with them
Until you're f*cking dead, I guess
So maybe I am
So maybe I am!
Maybe I am
'Cause no one sat still at the finish line
Just waiting for me to pull up
And some have said that
Means I've got a lot of time
Ugh
Leaves me wondering:
For what?
'Cause if I shut my eyes for another five
I will disappear at the drop
Of my dime-sized heart
And wage a pyrrhic war
Just to fatten up the score
And in you, confiding
All the lives I have lived before
I'm getting old
(I've gotten old)
And I'm getting...
So I will fetch my bones while I fletch arrows
That I'll shoot at myself just to feel a little less alone
You can drop by, stick an apple in my eye
Or a flame in my heart, while I prep for your departure
That's just how it goes, how it rows, how I roll
Grown in the smoke, sporting shrapnel blown
Yeah, that's just how it goes, how I rose, how I roll
Parse apart myself, decorate my woes
Woes, woes!
(I decorate my woes)
Woes, woes!
(Yeah, I decorate my woes!)
Woes!
(Watch me decorate my woes!)
Woes!
I'm fettered
The feathers though golden are no better
Just a heavier bird
Sizing up the stormy weather
So whatever
Yeah
Yeah, whatever