I did this to myself. I built this bridge from matches to burn it all down. I’m talking too much to myself. I stare at the walls to keep myself from drifting. I can’t control these empty hands or the shake they create. Where my heart remains, the words all seem faked. I said I’m tired. And it’s hard to know what the twilight does to a semi-faked sense of pride. Left standing on my feet, I can barely afford the time. And I can’t help myself, I’m stagnant so I run away. Another night spent on the couch with nowhere to stay. And I would save you but I can barely save myself. So we fall asleep exhausted dreading every single day.
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