New Game

Fresh wound
It’s the start
Zip tied in my lonely heart
Got a new lease on a dark room
Developing pictures and it feels too soon
I can’t help it
Lean in
Trust fall onto a concrete floor
But I can’t say anything
Oh
Cell phone
Taped to my palm
Cliffhanging on your painted nails
Oh
Finger on
Headshot
Gotta watch myself
This is my new game
Look out a window
Glass breaks when I blink in slow motion
Some raindrops splitting off
Ten paths on a race to the bottom
And I got some fear on my tongue
And you just gave me a reason
To empty the poison in my lungs
And aim it right through my thumbs