Weathered The Hotelier

You were awakened
I was never asleep
I was just drilling some holes in my head that perpetually bled
You fed your senses
I made art of myself
I drew bear claws on my chest and third eyes on my head looking down

It was live, it was all live
Ammunition in the gun
And I meant it, every bullet, and I hope they all stung
Because that's what I deal with every time I lift up the back of my shirt and I show you
What you drew that night with a Swiss Army Knife saying "it was only maps of constellations"

Your hands were shaking
Mine were stiff as stones
They said grab a hold
We said fuck off, we'll find our way home
My blood was burning
Yours was spilling out
We said we'd fly to the end of the earth just to find ourselves
Oh

And your heart, it was not there when I needed it the most
I was floating, It was grounded, getting buried
Too deep to stay close
And I swore I'd dig it up someday, build a fire just to keep it warm, Then we'll get off the ground and drink rain from the clouds and go dance out in the storm
Oh-hoh
(Woo!)