Desperate Luffas

We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living And since that first breath, we’ll need grace that we’ve never given (well) Well, I've been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts It's not only when these eyes are closed These beasts are ropes that I tie down in my stomach But they hold this ship together, tossed like leaves in this weather My dreams are sails that I point towards my true north Stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better But it won’t, at least I don’t believe it will...

I am the barely-living son of a woman and man who barely made it But we’re making it Taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts We all have the same holes in our hearts

But my fear is this prison that I keep locked below the main deck I keep a key under my pillow, it’s quiet and it’s hidden And my hopes are weapons that I’m still learning how to use right But they’re heavy and I’m awkward, I'm always running out of fight

So I’ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship Hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks But I am all made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam Lost and found like you and me, all scattered out on the seas