Elegant Disasters

I'm the crutch 
I'm the words on the back of your tongue
I'm the intermittent headaches
I'm the dirt running deep beneath your fingernails that can't be scrubbed
I'm the part you kept hidden
I'm the stain on your name
I'm the opposite of conscience 
I'm the needle in your side, I'm regret, I'm the dread, I'm the shame

I got tricked, made out to follow
chest is empty, cold and hollow
all you look the same

oh, collecting rain beneath your shutters
come be my blood, be my brother
oh, everyone knows you're just like me
you're deaf that's all

caught you up in spotlight
caught you lost and tongue tied
now we know what you look like
now we know your hands are crooked
try to walk so upright
oh, you've come to pick a fight?
now we know what you look like
we know your facade is cracking

burning eyes, and mouths of splinters
cast their stones and drown the sinners
all you look the same

we all could make such good friends
yeah, we're all just such elegant disasters
and though your heart will never beat like mine
I can come fill the gaps if you want me to
and we may never be as bright as them
but we'll never have to sink the way they do
we're no names
somewhere out here things are in line
somewhere out there we're all just fine