ghost vines

I've just been lying here for days, getting numb
Not sure if I'm healing or decaying

Staring at the pause screen all over again
Praying the pain gives up before I do

Oh, oh

My body wilts
In places I never knew
Could hurt
The way they do

(This isn't the best time to check in)
Oh, oh

I've worn away like wind on stone
Each night stitches more absence into me
Ghost vines growing in my chest
Choking out the mercy

I'm mouthing pasts that no longer call me home