Party Wounds

Smashed glass proceedings Wide open party wounds Tasteless movers and shakers and candlestick makers I've watched from afar And I've led the processions Of faint heart believers and sons of the night What did you want to learn? A scale of notes that could drown out the world Or put off what's been on your mind? Forever never seemed so long at the time What did you want to learn? A scale of notes that could drown out the world Or put off what's been on your mind? Forever never seemed so long at the time Our sense of adventure only ever outweighed By these perfectly scripted desires Such horror, mischief and desperate decadence Tall tales from the lips of liars But when that beat drops, beat drops, beat drops, beat drops Well I'm back to where I was before I've been low (low), low (low), as low as I can go But when I feel it, I'll still hit the floor Pull up the flowers Pull up the flowers Pull up the flowers Oh my stars! With scars, scabs and everything in between How can this be? Jaded but serene Oh my stars! With scars, scabs and everything in between How can this be? Jaded but serene Oh my stars! With scars, scabs and everything in between How can this be? Jaded but serene

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 22, 2026

I never fail to let myself fall I know who’ll stay, I know what will fade Independence isn’t something to prove Movements so irresponsible and spineless Feeding from brittle bodies, laced with diluted excuses Leaving a trail of infatuation, allured by unsteadiness And a sense of protection, ignoring but not forgetting this infestation

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 22, 2026