Thorns

I wish that my dreams didn't give this garden thorns

And if I thought anything different could exist
I'd carve it into the
Walls of my skull a million times
Until I went blind inside

But where would I find the ink to paint this picture
If I didn't cut my eyes on these spikes every time?
But where would I find the ink to paint this picture
If I didn't cut my eyes on these spikes every time?
But where would I find the ink to paint this picture
If I didn't cut my eyes on these spikes every time?
Every time