I think I died the other night
Nothing out of the ordinary,
just another day full
of the same old ****
It's a full time job,
ya know,
hating yourself,
I should get paid
for my magnificent talent
of self-sabotage
Never a dull moment
in a world filled
with Seattle gray rainbows
sarcasm implied
I fell asleep rather quickly
the night it happened
Or the night
I think it happened
I had the same old nightmares,
I woke up the same too,
cold but sweating,
out of breath and panting
Same old ****
I walked out to the porch
to continue my long walk
to lung cancer,
lit a cigarette
and wiped the sleep
from my eyes
Low and behold,
the sky wasn't gray,
it was a beautiful something,
I could only describe it as
such, I mean ****
I have nothing to compare it to
The lake was reflecting the sun
in such a way
that I felt as though
butterflies were clawing
at my insides
These were no normal
butterflies though,
they had to have
been on MDMA or something
Each flap of a wing
sent chills radiating
throughout my body,
throughout my very soul
I woke that morning,
and life was beautiful
I must've died that night
because my first thought
of the day didn't consist
of an inward hate
Someone punch me
in the ******* face
so I know this is real
Please?
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 9:22 PM UTC
I think I died the other night
Nothing out of the ordinary,
just another day full
of the same old ****
It's a full time job,
ya know,
hating yourself,
I should get paid
for my magnificent talent
of self-sabotage
Never a dull moment
in a world filled
with Seattle gray rainbows
sarcasm implied
I fell asleep rather quickly
the night it happened
Or the night
I think it happened
I had the same old nightmares,
I woke up the same too,
cold but sweating,
out of breath and panting
Same old ****
I walked out to the porch
to continue my long walk
to lung cancer,
lit a cigarette
and wiped the sleep
from my eyes
Low and behold,
the sky wasn't gray,
it was a beautiful something,
I could only describe it as
such, I mean ****
I have nothing to compare it to
The lake was reflecting the sun
in such a way
that I felt as though
butterflies were clawing
at my insides
These were no normal
butterflies though,
they had to have
been on MDMA or something
Each flap of a wing
sent chills radiating
throughout my body,
throughout my very soul
I woke that morning,
and life was beautiful
I must've died that night
because my first thought
of the day didn't consist
of an inward hate
Someone punch me
in the ******* face
so I know this is real
Please?
