Throw me under the bus
Then tell me to walk it off
I’ll drag my broken body as fast as I can away
From everything I failed to create
I drank myself sober for the 3rd time this week
I thought it’d get easier
But once forgotten, history is doomed to repeat
I need to pry myself loose
From the grasp this life has around my neck
From the constant battles with myself
I need to find comfort in something before this ends
I’m drinking my second cup of coffee today
It just makes the headaches worse
But I’d rather be cursed and in pain
Than dwell on the loneliness
In this room, in this place, this isn’t escape
It’s avoidance at best
Finding comfort in something is proving to be difficult
I’ll keep blaming myself for the way everything is
‘Cause I know I never put enough effort in
To make a change
I’ll never make a change
Don’t think too hard
You’ll just regret it later
When you realize any thought is futile
Is futile
It’s futile
I’m futile
We’re futile
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