Monday
I wake up with disgust in my hair
Could not forgive myself
Another moment spent in the bed
Monday
The mirror always disappoints
I pinch my skin back
Till I see the joints
Today
I'm feeling like I live on a ledge
At any moment I just know
I'm gonna fall off the edge
They say hang on
I promise them I will
But I don't know for how long
Wait for a minute
Why do I spend the sole of my day
Looking for any way to waste away
The pain is in the empty time
Just twiddling my thumbs
And hoping for the words to rhyme
Today
I couldn't stand to be all alone
I'm sick of hearing
My voice on the telephone
A thousand roads to injury
Most of them so smooth
It doesn't feel like they're hurting me
Oh I'm still trying
To leave the high of violence behind
I wait for relief
But the illness is my mind
Why should I wait?
I'm already too late
Why should I wait?
Not knowing what the future will bring
Is always wrecking my day
I guess I'll drown my fear and seal my fate
A haze of quitting
Easier to do it than it is to just sit here and wait
