Impulses Video (MV)

I stare at the reflection in my eye
And wondering if I'm good enough
Solace inside this
Prison of mind bliss
Pretend defied is
A tear to hide amiss
I stare at the stains of my room
And I fear if I will ever be loved
I fight the reasons to be enough
And I hold on to these shadows above
I cried to your pictures
Pain attached in a brand new mixture
My attempt to fix her is now why I miss her
So why did I feel something if afterwards it's nothing
So why did I feel something if afterwards it's nothing
I touch you I'm never the same
Two barreled shotgun for the brain
A fixture to fill up the pain
I take you back in the same way
These urges rise up to the floor
So what if I have it some more
A chance to try and explore
Motifs with the freedom restored
When I f*ck up my lip biting in the flesh
And I cut up spirits cause I wasn't blessed
And I lose all of my shit as I would the rest
A tantalizing goal split less a gymnast
When sergeants show up peppering my door
Loneliness is what my bands are for
A chemist for white
Denial for sight
A dentist for smiles
A stifled defile
A sentence to write
A comma for style
A tempest for trials
To get through the night
Abandoned lust on my pillowcases
And demand of the trust in my silken laces
And my roots cut off at the base of the
I touch you I'm never the same
Two barreled shotgun for the brain
A fixture to fill up the pain
I take you back in the same way
And I coded romance in the shape of a greed
And I told you to dance in the form of a need
And I held you as friends when I was in the lead
What do I have to
What, what do I have to do
You, you just have to let me go
I manifest I'm the best when I'm under stress
So no contest not unless I manage to impress
But that's a guess to express happiness suppressed
So call me blessed I request I'm done cleaning up my mess
I'm done feeling sorry for myself
I accept the cost of having help
I admit the flaws that I've been dealt
I let go of expectations for myself
I praise the lord then take some more
And maybe that's why our feelings never come to shore
And maybe that's why I stole it from the candy store
And maybe that's why dismantle the encrusted core
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Too many cycles I'm in
I'm done trying
Too many titles commit
I'm done lying
A coffee table I break
My son dying
All of these cradles I shake
I'm done crying
I'm done feeling sorry for myself
I accept the cost of having help
I admit the flaws that I've been dealt
I let go of expectations for myself