Knives from Envelop/Erase by Ed Poole

Storm damage, exposed roots
Wait until the eleventh hour to face
Any number of painful home truths
But I can’t fight them now

I’m holding onto something I know might as well be long gone
There are regrets in my heart
Pretend that I have none
And now I’m calving out the best parts
With the bluntest of knives

Now I

Need something to pull me out of the fire
It’s happening now and I’m not read to die
If we are nothing without hope
Why did you let yours go?

Cold coffee and shoulders, too
Worn out welcomes ‘cause you never really could hide your face
But experiences change you
If you would just let them in

My puzzle’s screaming ‘Missing Piece’
I just ignored it and sang
A dozen questions left unanswered
I just left them to hang
Up in the air, above the open palm I’m holding out for you
To read and then weep

Now I

Need something to pull me out of the fire
It’s happening now and I’m not read to die
If we are nothing without hope
Why did you let yours go?

• Alternative
• acoustic punk rock
• alternative rock
• emo
• singer-songwriter
• solo artist
• Liverpool