In october of 2019 i called a suicide hotline for the first time in my life (Live) Your Arms Are My Cocoon
[Spoken]
Alright cool, um. We are "Your Arms Are My Cocoon"
[Verse 1]
Cut through this clockwise fog
I'm finding new substance
In detail and waking up
Embodied in reflective puddles
And impulsive acts of clarity
[Chorus]
Why go home?
[Bridge]
Let go
Dissolve into blossom
I am the
Beauty in the trees
[Outro]
Kind blanket skies tear through my
Willing flesh and bone to dust
In the wind, in your skin
Cloudless in melon-tinged sunsets
And locked at the wrists
Alright cool, um. We are "Your Arms Are My Cocoon"
[Verse 1]
Cut through this clockwise fog
I'm finding new substance
In detail and waking up
Embodied in reflective puddles
And impulsive acts of clarity
[Chorus]
Why go home?
[Bridge]
Let go
Dissolve into blossom
I am the
Beauty in the trees
[Outro]
Kind blanket skies tear through my
Willing flesh and bone to dust
In the wind, in your skin
Cloudless in melon-tinged sunsets
And locked at the wrists
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