The Finish Line

Faces in the dark
Staring as I crystallise
Why won't they avert their eyes?

Try not to cause a scene
Make believe everything is fine
Keep an eye on the finish line

A knot is growing from in between my lungs
The cracks are showing
I'm locked in, I can't run

I'm feeling misanthropic
My vision telescopic
Focused on all the details
That are guaranteed to make me feel sick
Fuck the carrot, I choose the stick
To beat my self-pitying with
Don't know what exit to pick
Why must my brain be so fixated on this topic?

Can't justify this panic
Isn't this a bit dramatic?
Probably, or maybe my protections aren't quite so hermetic
As I thought
Can't believe I bought
Into the illusion of rational thought
Being the only friend that I have got

How disappointing
These human feelings
My blood is boiling
My pulse is racing
My mind escaping
Everything but myself
It's terrifying
We're not what we could be

I tried breathing deep
But nothing is helping
I should get more sleep
I should be succeeding
I don't know anything
Don't give me any decisions
Would you please stop asking
Me to defend my opinions
Can't you see this is not the time?
Right now I'm focused on surviving, wading through this crowd

How disappointing
These human feelings
My blood is boiling
My pulse is racing
My mind escaping
Everything but myself
It's terrifying
We're not what we could be



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Writer(s): Mirror Box
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