Old Wounds

They warned that truth was a colossal bore
They warned what use is time if it's spent alone
What use is time if you leave alone
To sultry piss and beleaguered moans
A search for bliss in the deepest holes
You always come up short

Lay roots while you're still in flux
Old Wounds uncovered
Old wounds make the new seem like they're barely a scuff
If they're holding on you're splitting up
If they're dead set sure you have to bluff
You have to realize you have enough