skin.

Amongst all the roads, all the paths I could take
All the places to be and hotels to wake in
All the cities and countries, travels and trips
I am picking the skin off of my fingertips

It’s the easiest choice for an anxious man
As soon as my skin heals, I pick it again
Always off with the old, never in with the new
I will tear it apart just to feel something true

All the rage and the hatred just bubbles within
And it blisters, it bubbles, it covers my skin
I keep fighting myself, I keep biting my lips
I keep picking the skin off of my fingertips

Somewhere under, a new man is buried below
I’ll keep looking, no matter how high or how low
I’ll keep looking for him, I’ll keep peeling the skin
I will tear myself open and bury myself
Within.