Uneven & Brittle

I stay away,

When you burn me like fire.

I'm unmatched as I'm lazy.

You spit as you say:

I get crushed by my dreams

That I clawed and begged for.



It's myself I deceive.

I got all I asked for!

If I wait in deep sleep,

There's nothing there to pray for.

Uneven and brittle.

Is there fruit on our tree?



Those altered dreams

That I saw there,

Now look back at us cracked.

And loving care notions

Break as they retract.

It's the morning here now,

There's some peace, but no laughter.



It's myself I deceive.

I got all I asked for!

If I wait in deep sleep,

There's nothing there to pray for.

Uneven and brittle.

Is there fruit on our tree?



The spirit master from whom we spent

I sit now and see, all mine was pretense



Eh eh



It's myself I deceive.

I got all I asked for!

Uneven and brittle.

Is there fruit on our tree?

It's myself I deceive.

I got all I asked for!

Uneven and brittle.

Is there fruit on our tree?