Could we drown any slower? Are these lines too vague for us to cross? Because I've been feeling stuck, and I've been spending too much time with these thoughts. Well you'd rather overdose, than slit your wrists and push this on yourself. There's too much trouble in admitting fault in the things that I can't help.
Will we ever get tired? In carrying their mistakes on our backs. Because I'll never find myself in them and neither will you. It hurts to know that the best of us is what we settled for. We're not getting that back.
You'll never find yourself: in a pill or a midlife crisis.
Stop trying to drown yourself in this mess I've made. I'm not swimming to the top.
And all I find are closed doors, so when I go out, I'll be smiling at the ceiling.
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