Songtexte Consent - Idle Friend

Shame is a preacher. Guilt is a religion
Atonement is a set of unreachable preconditions
Positioned as a list of common rules I always keep
Buried deep beneath them. I can't get out from underneath

Autonomy's a fragile thing that shatters easier than glass
Into dust and disappears even though it's built to last
And when it breaks, no step we take can make it feel the same
The only way to cope with that is filling empty space with blame

A hitching breath, wide open eyes, doesn't feel real when it starts
Bodies twist so awkwardly navigating in the dark
When lips are less for speaking than for sealing secrets you will keep
And hands are simply tools for learning lessons that we can't repeat

They say that you should fight or scream. Lash out, bite, kick and swing
But in the moment being stolen, it's hard to do anything
All of that is useless when you find out that the problem is
That strength and force are two things that are not always synonymous

My skin is a song sung in the wrong key
How long until this body finally belongs to me?
My skin is a song sung in the wrong key
How long until this body finally belongs to me?

Love can be a safety net that catches you before you land
Love can be the only thing that stabilizes shaking hands
Love can be the butterflies on flowerbeds left in our stomachs
Love can be the sound of an open mouth, refused to function

Not a thing can sputter out. Only thing I think about
With brushing skin, drenched with sweat, second hand keeps slowing down
Through shaky breath, I can't help but notice
That silence negates every single no that comes before it

And there are days I lay awake and hear the sounds concessions made
Staring at the shadows and the images they illustrate
Intent on suppressing the images that I thought would fade
Can't dissuade the memories my mind puts in a picture frame

Guilt isn't the correct response, but it's all I have left
Convinced I should've struggled down to my very last breath
And even though I've been told these feelings aren't for keeping
Closure is a tourniquet that doesn't stop the bleeding

My skin is a song sung in the wrong key
How long until this body finally belongs to me?
My skin is a song sung in the wrong key
How long until this body finally belongs to me?