
Laura Tuthall
I Am an Illness (2013)
bring me back a piece of
papier-mâché filling
I don’t wanna be the first mistake in the wall
gotta glue my hollowness to
your heart before hell’s
unveiled in the void
and purgatory sends you
driving down the highway
down into the dungeon
sounding out the velvet sky
bring me back a piece of
bring me back a piece of
bring me back some medicine now
not only are you ill
but you are the illness
I can’t sleep with my brain dripping doubt
try to refrain from rational responses
‘cause somewhere over this
black and white rainbow
somewhere over the sepia clouds
there is a reason
raw with indecision
hollow in the center
decadent in downfall
drag me deep into delusion
dull me with some medicine now
there used to be a door here
leading to a plethora of gears
lost in the lore
maybe tossed in the trash bin
ever since then
evolution’s retracted
bring me back a piece of
papier-mâché filling
I don’t wanna be
the worst mistake of them all
not only are you ill
but you are the illnees
soaking sin into sinews
of stronger stranger arms
‘cause no one really knows your eyes
the minute mayhem
takes the place of martyr
once your shy autumn skin starts to bleed
it sends ‘em running
scalded by seclusion
rinsing off your ruin
with sweeter, simpler things
you are a storm
allergic to its lightning
knotted to a nebulous sea
there used to be thunder here
there used to be doors and gears
I am an illness that breeds
corrupting open brainfiles as we speak
weaker than willow reeds
porous and pedigreed
knock on my knees
watch me plead for deletion
bring me back a piece of
papier-mâché filling
I don’t wanna be
the worst mistake of them all
gotta glue my hollowness to you
bring me back a piece of
papier-mâché filling
I don’t wanna be
the worst mistake of them all
gotta glue my hollowness to you
bring me back a piece of
papier-mâché filling
I don’t wanna be the first mistake in the wall
gotta glue my hollowness to
your heart before hell’s
unveiled in the void
and purgatory sends you
driving down the highway
down into the dungeon
sounding out the velvet sky
clean me with confusion
stuff me with illusion
patch me with
a papier-mâché soul