Why am I here again?
Why does it matter?
Handle these items with care. They are fragile.
Wear a mask and lie to your closest, Keyser Söze display.
Let’s erode together, hold my rusty hand in the rain.
Tin man toppling, iron giant in grave.
Hear the fucking rain pound its way on my armor,
Using my metal like drum sets you pawn at a shop.
Discontinued discounted item left on the shelves, Try-me! buttons as the battery fades.
Buzz Lightyear rotary wind-up doll, lullaby weak.
Sober man thinks drunken thoughts, just as he speaks.
Choking on my own blood, cause apathy, me.
Galloping scene, horseback, valiancy.
It may not matter to you, but it matters to me
The dialogue of my backdrop.
You can’t hear when I scream
Driving on the interstate, windows open at three
In the morning. Just a blip on the radar
You’re still asleep while I’m on the brink of displacement
Gargoyle stiff statue, while I get lost in a gaze
I’ve been holding on for too long and I know that it’s vague
Using words like brink, sink and edge, they’re one and the same
Tired of feeling tears fall off of my face
Redirect the traffic, tired of no reciprocation when
I reload the page
Or reload the gauge, or reload the matrix
It happens when pain exceeds the resources for coping with pain
Hold still in the mirror, whisper I’m sorry in Latin
I only know how to say it, cause I knew this would happen
From day one to day two. Behavior erratic
Dilapidated homecoming. Hello? Is anyone there to collapse in?
They don’t care. Shot of Stoli and absinthe
Stare at the hole deep in the attic, hold me when I’m chugging
Rosary pundit. They say depression causes lapses in judgment
The smoke from the cannon can be an allusion to sadness
Pretending I love myself was just one of the many
Contemporary somethings, below my bellowing setting
Saying hello, while I’m clutching on at the edge
Where the sidewalk ends?
Let me make some amends
Before I fall off, derail off normal trajectory
Disorderly conduct off disorders.
Where is she? The one that I prayed for?
You said you’d deliver
So many questions, so little… little So little
Little