The Sycamore

You're the sycamore
You proudly sway
When the old bark peels away
Like shedding skin
I can't begin to notice
This is your escape

And the lighter that i got
The more that people all around me
They would all say how much better
That they thought that i was doing
They looked and they would compliment me
With their eyes
They had no idea
They had fallen for my game

When the sun comes up
I can hardly feel anything
When the sun comes up
I hardly feel anything

The symptoms that i see
Come more frequently
And i can tell
It's hard as hell
It ain't easy
Your arms reached out to me
Like tired branches on the tree
There's so little left of your body
There to squeeze

But the questions have no answers
So i passed the time
Napkins folded into lines
Hands were shaking
I'm just fine
Don't take me for my word
Was not for me to say
Whispers that i heard
They just keep taking me away

When the sun comes up
I hardly feel anything
When the sun comes up
I hardly feel anything

I hardly feel anything
I hardly feel
I hardly feel anything
I hardly feel