From Mouth 2 Plastic & Bk Agn

Maybe my brain doesn't work, beside the point, I revive my flaws. Maybe the stains stop growth, soak my insecurities in saline, I digest every single thing you say to me. I feel the warm blood fall off my fingertips, the pain I've displaced I sent abroad. Tried to save myself with serenity, thought I found love but uncovered fraud, partly cloudy with a little fog.