I wish this ******* would go away.
But we all know that it comes in waves.

My tastes have been shifting
Changing, ever growing.

Mostly away from you.

Do you know what it’s like
To be ****** up in the head?

Are you sick of the lies you’ve been fed?

Wash the pain away.
Bathe yourself in your mistakes.
Raise a glass
Revel in the knowledge
That it’ll never be okay.

Sit on the edge of the pier.
Let your feet dangle,
Let the waves splash your feet.
Let the ocean blue swallow you whole.

Stand on the beach
And walk into the waves.
Let the ocean wash you.
Cleanse you of his touch.

The wicked wind freezes my bones.
I think it’s Christmas.
I think I remember what that was like.
Back when I had more than a glass
And a bottle to share it with.
I think I remember what it was like
Before I realized that I didn’t have to waste my time
Spending it with blood.
Instead of spending it with those that I loved.