Swept - Sleave

And I’d rather be

A squatter in my head

So I could leave

Whenever things get bad

But I’ve hid for days

Imprisoned and on trial this house is halfway

But I’m half in denial

I was fine with just tearing apart myself

It’s always easier than dealing with mental health

I took my place at the back of the shelf

Lately

And well lucky you

For grinding down my edge

And if rumors true

I’ll break before I bend

Cuz I’m still the same

An atrophy of fins

But god how you’ve changed

And I’m still sleeping in

I was fine with just tearing apart myself

It’s always easier than dealing with mental health

I took my place at the back of the shelf

Lately

You were helpful in the moments I should have kept

Lying naked under ashes so poorly swept

Does it hurt as it creeps up your neck

Baby

This peace this luck

Is breaking Us up

This streak of luck Is sewn shut

I’m sewn shut

I was fine with just tearing apart myself

It’s always easier than dealing with mental health

I took my place at the back of the shelf Lately

I was fine with just tearing apart myself

It’s always easier than dealing with mental health

I took my place at the back of the shelf

Lately

You were helpful in the moments I should have kept

Lying naked under ashes so poorly swept

Does it hurt as it creeps up your neck

Baby