A million little thoughts, their heads cut off,
all running laps around my crowded skull
and multiplying, unlit Molotov.
I feel like i'm going insane, it’s awful
to be in this headspace of anxiousness,
just waiting for the straw to break my back,
always one second from the bright abyss.
It could be that I just need to cutback
Or maybe what i need is just to go,
I'll drive until I can't and then I'll run.
I’ll up and leave everything that I know
to find the path that's not a loaded gun.
I can't imagine asking for all this,
God let me meet peace with a final kiss.
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 2:22 AM UTC
A million little thoughts, their heads cut off,
all running laps around my crowded skull
and multiplying, unlit Molotov.
I feel like i'm going insane, it’s awful
to be in this headspace of anxiousness,
just waiting for the straw to break my back,
always one second from the bright abyss.
It could be that I just need to cutback
Or maybe what i need is just to go,
I'll drive until I can't and then I'll run.
I’ll up and leave everything that I know
to find the path that's not a loaded gun.
I can't imagine asking for all this,
God let me meet peace with a final kiss.
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