Heist

Disappear before you turn around

Just a puff of smoke shaped like myself

But I'm out there running

Gimme a reason to talk about it with you

Terrified of words and what's attached to them

Gimme a reason to talk about it with you

The words I use could save from myself from years of undoing

Lived out thousands of days

And still I have long gaps in my memory

Like a heist in my head

There's emptied vaults and there's scraps of nothing good

There's a place between daydreaming and waking reality

With a shattered voice that's dying to speak

Can you help me work this out