I’m tired and this drama is making me sick.
I won’t even try- Just throw your bricks.
Everything you said was right about me.
I need sleep but I’d rather drown in the sea.
I’d swallow another bottle and go back to bed,
But I can’t fall asleep when the light hurts my head.
If only I had something to believe in,
Then maybe I wouldn’t let this poison under my skin.
You’re no more than us, but I’m only less,
I’m the lies that lay underneath your dress.
They asked me why I threw it all away,
I told them I was bound to sometime anyways.
Won’t someone save me?
(No, I’m vile.)
Is this the only way to set myself free?
(I’m not worth your while.)
I just ask that you bite my tongue out of my mouth so I know,
When you’re through with me so I can let myself go.
“I need another savior on my cross again.”
I am not the angel your faith meant to send.
I’m secondhand smoke,
Filling your lungs and overwhelming until you choke.
I guess my hurt has no healing.
I’ll do my best to drown out the feeling.
You’ve got all your poisons in a row,
So when I don’t wake up…
You won’t know.