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letra de butterfly knife - patrick de belen

love is knowing when not to leave
check, check
peace is something people died for
bravery is wearing hearts on sleeves, but
brains is a b-tterfly knife in the side drawer

it’s hard not to hurt when your hurt
to see a world for what it is
and what it’s worth
so i’ll spend these last few minutes on earth
praying you still learn to love it at its worst

i’ve seen my heroes snake young artists for grant cheque
while a few underground leaders that we haven’t thanked yet
write poems like bullets in the dark
we still haven’t learned to aim as far

shoot yourself, shoot up, shoot the sh-t with you
multiple choice quiz for these kids on the news
we bubble the scantron
either way lend lands on
friends writing eulogies
way before theyre due

now joy is a lost art
we stay home and eat popstars
on inside of lockers
more dead friends than popstars
the audacity to call it safe
but mean quiet
copy your anger
so you’re confused when you riot

some people will call it comfort
but really mean status quo
threatened you to think like them
or feel ashamed if you dont

so of course your ink turns gasoline
so quick to the flame
one stroke and you could level this place

thats the thing about only writing with blood
that you never feel you’ve given or taken enough
your defence makes her feel threatened
you only know how to use words as weapons

and then you’ll hurt her too
suffocate her with the
security blanket used to cover you
and you’ll beg her to stay and try
promising you’ll metamorphosize
if she helps break down the walls you built from both sides
and you’ll say you want nothing more than to let her in
even if it’s your bones that you built your fences with
you will decomposed right down to your origin
and want to grow into the person you now know exists

because you never wanted to ignore your scars, no no
or someone love you just the way you are, so so
but someone to be around in the process
tolerate the state of your progress

sometimes we link arms in praise
sometimes we link arms to keep perimeter
sometimes we raise arms to be safe
sometimes we open arms to a visitor

remember
love is knowing when not to leave
check, check
peace is something people died for
bravery is wearing hearts on sleeves, but
brains is a b-tterfly knife in the side drawer

- patrick de belen

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