Drops of Comfort
By Cutie In A Death Cab •
She remembers the days
When she felt so high
Now she'd rather not live
But she doesn't want to die
In an effort to release
The unnecessary tension
She descovered a new way
Of helpful intervention
Just a simple little cut
And a message written in red
Her own secret language
Keeps her soul fed
It might sound morbid
But sometimes she feels the need
To feel a little pain
And watch herself bleed
An odd sense of security
serene waves meeting rocks
She's temporarily released
From the chains and the locks
This is her vice
Her shove from behind
It keeps her going
It cleanses her mind
A drop of anger
A drop of guilt
Just stab her in the heart
And another drop is spilt
The quickly moving current
Takes her pain downstream
She finally feels alive
No longer trapped in a bad dream