Some say a broken heart heals faster than a sprained one So crush my hope Don’t let me believe Don’t be a thief
Some say a sprained bone hurts longer than a broken one So toss my hands Don’t hold them tight Don’t let me fight
Some say a hung up spirit hurts more over time than a sad one So flush my pedestal Don’t look down on me Don’t, just let me be
‘Sprained’ is a piece about the other person not being right for you and you perhaps not realizing it or doing so, but refusing to let go because you’re hanging on to a shiver of hope that they might be what you need.
Finding comfort in the cold Sitting, shivering The cold wind triggers the tears Letting go of fears
Just survive somehow Reify, rationalize Unable to worry Body vs. cold, the only valid story
A precarious solution Yet, yearning Currently choosing to trick the mind Later I don’t know what I’ll find
‘Sry’ is a piece about dealing with issues in a self-destructive manner. It might be better to trick your mind into thinking you’re all right by doing things such as smiling in the mirror, appreciating little things, etc.