Karma

I've been dreaming about a pit in
my stomach
it hits and

it hits

And there's nothing
fucking magic about it

We've been living our lives at
the wrong edge of the blade
Now it's so poetic
how sharp
it seems to be

And we ain't
working on a miracle.
No wishmaster's left to
conjure up
We put all our hopes in stuff
that'll never measure up
And its so fitting.

I've been dreaming about a
dark pit
in my stomach

And I never really knew
how fucking sharp
that blade would be.
And it seems so fitting

Karmas at it again
And she laughs as
she slips away from me
And I grasp at straws
As I'm falling

And my eyes swell up with rain