Day 1: You dance through it, with painted smiles and Portrait lenses tinted pink You don't leave this sand castle you've constructed Head in the clouds, tripping on thunderbolts
Day 2: The sun draws shadows down your spine You're not broken, only scratched A second-hand car, gone to get your fix New paint to hide those scars
Day 6: There's no steering you away By now its a repetition, wrenching sunlight from lemons Black, white, black white Black eyes, ripped pockets
Day 57: Heaven is only for angels, But you're a wolf in disguise You flew too close to the sun, wax wings Burning, drowning, clawing (your way to the top again)
Day 100: Today's the day. You're gonna do it again. Pierce the veil, soar to new heights Away from those demons you used to know they shout out STOPDON'TDOTHIS But you can't-FIGHTIT-don't want to wake from this dream
Day 9649: You're a blind man waiting for the sun to rise It's getting hard to breathe in this haze Then there's a pinprick of white You surge forward, riding on waves of desperation
Day 335481: Its an unsurmountable wall You keep climbing and climbing and climbing and climbing but Look down and suddenly there's a hundred Miles left to drop -
One word. Drugs. Actually, its three. DON'T DO DRUGS.