my own sinking ship

lylaandblu:

“Bruised Orange (Chain of Sorrow),” Justin Vernon

“…From the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter

and you carry those bruises to remind you wherever you go.

You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder,

throw your hands in the air, say “what does it matter?”

But it don’t do no good to get angry,

so help me I know…

For a heart strained in anger grows weak and grows bitter.

You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there wrapped up in a trap of your very own

chain of sorrow…”