Splinter

[manic_panic]

“Splinter”

(Reed Rosson)

My senses are heightened to a pleasant degree
I’m still and silent but my ears keep ringing
and my little hands are clammy and stinging
My fingers feel like some broken machine

I need a new routine

You’re like a splinter in my finger
and I’m pickin’ you out of my delicate skin
Flickin’ you across the room we painted
and startin’ all over again…

I’m sorta used to your presence now
but hey I haven’t adjusted
to your primary intentions
which became conniving and somehow
you made yourself
out to be trusted

nailed down into the plywood floor
infested with crickets
As it creaks more and more
it cries down under the inside
I wish I could read auras and see long lost spirits
but a splinter in my eye would make me color-blind

You’re like a splinter in my finger
and I’ll pick you out of my sensitive skin
Stick you all across the space we tainted
and get started all over again