i feel like i've been awake for days, my head's a mess and my eyes are glazed. i think i missed the message tone when you called me to come back home but now my body's full of poison, of pills and i'm taking off alone.
i'm laying down here in the rain, praying for blue skies, sunny days or a drowning fate, a dowsed out grace. and i'm not satisfied, no, i'll never be satisfied so i'm raising hell just to watch the world burn.
i've got a bird in a cage and she know's what i'm singing, she knows all the words and she knows how they're ringing. she's got beautiful eyes and a golden heart, but the space suffocates her, it tears her apart and her wings are all broken so she can't even fly and i can't afford to feed her so she's destined to die.
i'm raising hell just to watch you burn in it.
so here we are at this point in the cycle again, there's blood in the sheets where we said our goodbyes through salt-dried and rusted-shut eyes. it's shameful, the things i find comfort in when everything i love becomes everything i lost mouthful after mouthful of whatever i find will keep my heart from fighting on.