I think I'm okay.
My eyes are wide awake,
as I lay in the place in which I chose to end my yesterday.
I feel as if I should be anxious,
but I'm not, 'cause if I stop long enough to worry
I may just leap from the ledge of this apartment building.
It sounds sorta thrilling...
but I bet a million that my blood, and my teeth, and my bones on the street,
are all very far from filling...
And if I made it alive,
I wouldn't survive the outlandish hospital billing.
They keep telling me that everything will be alright.
I just wish that all rights didn't eventually turn into a left,
because I'm sick of leaving things behind.
My two-sided mind is always changing.
I'm constantly re-arranging the furniture that is my thought process,
and the room's a manic mess.
Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 10:15 AM UTC
I think I'm okay.
My eyes are wide awake,
as I lay in the place in which I chose to end my yesterday.
I feel as if I should be anxious,
but I'm not, 'cause if I stop long enough to worry
I may just leap from the ledge of this apartment building.
It sounds sorta thrilling...
but I bet a million that my blood, and my teeth, and my bones on the street,
are all very far from filling...
And if I made it alive,
I wouldn't survive the outlandish hospital billing.
They keep telling me that everything will be alright.
I just wish that all rights didn't eventually turn into a left,
because I'm sick of leaving things behind.
My two-sided mind is always changing.
I'm constantly re-arranging the furniture that is my thought process,
and the room's a manic mess.