Sometimes

Sometimes
When I wake at night
I feel that nothing on earth
Could ever hurt me
Sometimes
When I know my mind
I feel like nothing I say
Could ever deserve me
I’m stood on the tip of my own tongue
I’m caught in the space between the concept and the execution
I’m stuck in the back of my own throat
I’m lost in the void between the instinct and the institution
It’s more than vocabulary
Takes more that a dictionary
Sometimes
When I wake at night
I feel that nothing on earth
Could ever hurt me
Sometimes
When I know my mind
I feel like nothing I say
Could ever deserve me
I’m stood on the tip of my own tongue
I’m caught in the space between the concept and the execution
I’m stuck in the back of my own throat
I’m lost in the void between the instinct and the institution
It’s more than vocabulary
Takes more that a dictionary
Sometimes
When I wake at night
I feel that nothing on earth
Could ever hurt me
Sometimes
When I know my mind
I feel like nothing I say
Could ever deserve me
Sometimes
Sometimes
When I wake at night
I feel that nothing on earth
Could ever hurt me
Sometimes
When I know my mind
I feel like nothing I say
Could ever deserve me
I’m stood on the tip of my own tongue
I’m caught in the space between the concept and the execution
I’m stuck in the back of my own throat
I’m lost in the void between the instinct and the institution
It’s more than vocabulary
Takes more that a dictionary
Sometimes
When I wake at night
I feel that nothing on earth
Could ever hurt me
Sometimes
When I know my mind
I feel like nothing I say
Could ever deserve me
I’m stood on the tip of my own tongue
I’m caught in the space between the concept and the execution
I’m stuck in the back of my own throat
I’m lost in the void between the instinct and the institution
It’s more than vocabulary
Takes more that a dictionary
Sometimes
When I wake at night
I feel that nothing on earth
Could ever hurt me
Sometimes
When I know my mind
I feel like nothing I say
Could ever deserve me
Sometimes