From 9 to 5 to living borrowed time.
Piece of mind lost as we climb bedsides.
Finding what is yours is mine, it’s just a sign.
Lines shared and yet we continue to take it in, a new high.
Oh my…stop…..I could feel the weight.
I guess I’m served so I watch what’s on my plate.
Mistakes were made, so see me fail as I’m passing graves.
A can be what I see so you can stop asking for these emotions.
It’s diminished, stop saying I’m missing.
Just listen, I was slipping, then I grew to love my description.
Even though I still need prescriptions to cope with my own existence.
I guess he’s dark, I hear them say.
While the hypocrites tell me I just need to pray.
While they remain on knees watching the earth shake.
I rather stand and change the page.
Close the book, take a look.
Escape the hood.
Be it shots ringing, drinking, or our heads sinking.
Blinking realities glinting through spinning trinkets.