Occupy important focus by grabbing my attention, pulling me into your closet of crutches.
Help myself to medication for self, distractions are never long term help but at least my cracks aren’t obvious.
I don’t know if a hell exists, but I know my bills do,
I don’t know if I’ll get out of feeling broken but I can secretly escape, good at pretending everything is together,
How about pouring too much, how about get high to postpone this wreck, what about feeling a sting before liftoff?
Whenever I can’t see a way out I find a comfortable electric chair within, last request illegal candy, maybe I’ll smile right before I break.
