Some things just won’t fit right
But it’s not your fault this time
I stay awake all night
With company of thoughts of mine and
I bruise my knuckles and my brain
Repeat the action act the same
And my bones fill with heavy weights
And while I’m waiting for the rain
To come again
My spine proceeds to bend
Is this the end is this end for me?
I gave up on pretending
I can just predict the ending
And these sweats at night
Will drown me like the rain that we just knew would come again
I’m a coward, caught me out
Substances to ease my doubt
That skies will clear and somebody might hear me shout
Bottle up and drink it down
Alcohol and months without
A purpose that is worthwhile to keep me here now
