The Language of Injury - Ithaca

Clear the air

I try to stay awake

So i know what i missed

Suspended in

Exhaustion that sleep can’t fix

Nights are getting longer

But light creeps through the cracks

Remembering hearing everything I lack

I lost my left hand to the right

Everything that was right left me again

Nothing you say moves me

Alpha waves, a century

Years and years of feeding your

Dependance on vocabulary

Only when i’m sleeping

Does it sound like leaving?

Exiting the one way in

I know you find meaning in

Verbalising the verboten

Only when i’m sleeping

Does it sound like leaving?

I made sound

But what do you have to say now?

Clear the air (Nothing you say moves me

You’re not what you said you’d be)