hope-per-dalton:

Dalton Rapattoni (video)

I lost my head going for the crown
and it’s quite a funny story, but I’ll never write it down
they switched my blood, out with ink
and wrote a book inside me, thus forcing me to read
line by line, rib by rib
improper punctuation is puncturing my skin
and yeah it hurts, but not too much
cause I’ve got an ugly cover, but who are you to judge

this open book
an open book
another wasted tree
an open book
an open book
with dust to cover me
I’m just an open book, that no one wants to read

I got these hands, that I don’t want
and they shake with every letter, as I scribble down my thoughts
with sloppy words and sloppy form
they end up on crumpled paper I throw widely on the floor.
but every page, is yours to write
we’re all just pointless stories, connected at the spine
and by ourselves, we don’t make sense
but when you put them all together, you start to comprehend

this open book
an open book
another wasted tree
an open book
an open book
with dust to cover me
I’m just an open book, that no one wants to read

this life it tears us to shreds
thrown on the pile to be burned like all the rest
just note the raindrop on a page
we use our music to distort the words we say
cause I think you’ll like me this way

an open book
an open book
another wasted tree
an open book
an open book
with dust to cover me
I’m just another book, that you don’t want to read

an open book
an open book
another wasted tree
an open book
an open book
with dust to cover me
I’m just an book, that you don’t want to read

(via okay-behlendorf)