love lost but not forgotten – what’s left of lyrics

i can’t seem to stop breaking out my teeth,
but i hear it can be therapeutic
clinging to threads in motion
stepping out from under what i mean
living in dreams too lucid for comfort, my blood is slipping
my brother dying
i’m not sure you can die from it, but i’m going f-cking crazy sleeping on the floor
once it was a shotgun, then a knife
my dreams, my blood combing my brain