The Day

You've made up your mind
You want to cut short your life
Who are you leaving behind?
All your pain becomes mine
Given strength, given time
You can have all of mine
You can lift up your head
We can sleep when we're dead
Open your eyes, somehow you can rise up now

I made it to 27, I'm still alive
Not joined the club yet, try as I might
I made it to 27, I'm still sick inside
Haven't surrendered but I thought that I might once or twice

I turned to myself, somehow I still turn away
Asking all the wrong questions of all the wrong faces
Light hairs on my head instead of candles on cake
I'm a godless disaster, it's time to celebrate

I made it to 27, I'm still alive
Not joined the club yet, try as I might
Take it from someone who's been there before
You won't feel the sun until you open the door in your way
What did you want me to say? I'm not deflecting the question
Not planning to rest until I've made it through the day

Crippled by doubt my mind was haunted by hate
Anxious and lonely and broken, you told me
The tablets would lift me, the visions would ease
The voices get quieter the louder you plead
I think about joining the friends that I've lost
Of chasing those feelings, the sweet and the real things
The up days, the down days, the shit days I've had
A patchwork cessation of my parents' creation

Hey kids, I made it to 27, each day was a fight
I'm grateful it broke me, for the lessons it showed me
I'll make it to 30 if the world wants to hurt me
It can try all it likes
And I think that it might once or twice