Stranded sick on a salty island
Waves of sea sickness crash, splash, trash everything I've become
Far from invincible, far from superior, closer to invisible like that god forsaken year
Reminiscent kenopsia, the cataract pounds my back
So full, but so full of nothing
So alive, getting the rush from wanting to die
They say the world is going to end today, and I don't think I'd stop it
The only thing I'd regret is not telling my girl that I love her
As much as I want to fight for the world that's waiting for me, time seems fleeting and unsure
I'm so full of not wanting to exist, so full of not wanting to breathe
Maybe it's the drugs, lack thereof
Maybe it's just time
But if the world ends today, I've made peace with my time
In from the four door death sentence pours buckets of guilt over young heads
Stepped on, torn up, ripped to shreds.
I feel my soul leave when fall apart
Dreaming mostly in the dark
In the stunning silence of stained white walls
Maybe I've lost my mind after all.
Splinters spray from sprained wrists, one more type of goodbye kiss
Balancing sheets of tinted glass, window pain and solid streaks of stains
I hate everything to do with what you are.
I should've never left home.