Sorrow Porn

Let's pray for warmth in our brick box coffin
Where we paint our pleas to a vacant heaven
That went out business long before we could see it's splendor
Do you remember the owner operator
Yeah, he was kinda a jerk
Always thought he had the answers
But he'd never show his work

These days other people's lies seem more innocent than mine
And I can't let myself get away with saying everything is fine
And I'm sorry, Jack, I didn't get to know you better
No amount of clean living will wash away
The black mold or front porch charades
Where we taught each other to turn troubles into games

I'm so fucking tired of trying to outsmart myself
Putting on airs just to bare my own smell
All this sadboi sorrow porn is just cutting my loss
You can't make yourself a martyr by latching your own cross

So let's just call a spade a spade
I never really ran away
That'd require furnishings, anchoring, anything
To have fled
You're better off adrift than dead

But I know well enough when this is the state your in
Best call your friends from whatever state your in
And they'll remind that you're loved
And you never had to leave to begin again
Even if you had to leave and begin again
And yeah, you've committed some egregious sins
But if you're honest and you own them
It can't be as bad as it could have been