Tailspin - Rough Edit by Kid Pixie Lyrics

Your moral compass spinning
Prayin' knees are bent but trembling
You're more bruise than bleed these days but still
If it doesn't hurt it can't be trusted
You can't breathe without percussion
Howlin' through the downbeat
Trip over the ghost note

You're a stranger in your own skin
A wound closed then reopened
A crescendo to tailspin, again
Your hands around your own neck
The earthquake twitching on deck
The understudy's roses rotting

The upper hand is a fist tonight
'Cause you won't heal without a fight
Your home is in the breakdown and the fall
The medicine is in the pocket
Of a skeleton in your closet
It's still just a size too small
'Cause you're a stranger in your own skin
A wound closed then reopened
A crescendo to tailspin, again
Your hands around your own neck
The earthquake twitching on deck
The understudy's roses rotting

Your moral compass spinning
Prayin' knees are bent but trembling
You're more bruise than bleed these days but still
The medicine is in the pocket
Of a skeleton in your closet
It's still just a size too small

'Cause you're a stranger in your own skin
A wound closed then reopened
A crescendo to tailspin, again
Your hands around your own neck
The earthquake twitching on deck
The understudy's roses rotting
'Cause you're a stranger in your own skin
A wound closed then reopened
A crescendo to tailspin, again