Cqd//Sos
Everyone I love is all fucked up
Carving out a moment of relief
Between panic and despair
With anything to lessen the bite
Of the vice grips as they constantly tighten
Everyone I love is trapping moments of reprieve
Like fireflies in bell jar glass
They suffocate on pristine display
Their flickering glow dimming out
And dead before first light of the following day
All of the lies that sounded like lies
That we knew were lies turned out to be lies
Because they were lies
Fool me once. Yeah, fuck you
They told us we'd rise with the tide
But we all fucking drowned
We're all just antennas and exposed nerves
And they cut off our eyelids when the brightness turns up on us
We're just walking bags of electricity and chemicals
Where the default reaction is no action
I've heard that breathing is an act of resistance
But it's fucking exhausting keeping this machine in balance. Imbalance
Each induced disconnection buys us time to add distance
Between our minds and that looming darkness
We all carry deep beneath our sternums
Each high makes the darkness grow stronger
Until it completely consumes us
Every fucking waking moment
Becomes just shy of impossible to shake it
Once it leaves its mark on you
And once that fucker gets its hooks in you
The bridges look different
And the buildings look different
The height starts calling you home
Carving out a moment of relief
Between panic and despair
With anything to lessen the bite
Of the vice grips as they constantly tighten
Everyone I love is trapping moments of reprieve
Like fireflies in bell jar glass
They suffocate on pristine display
Their flickering glow dimming out
And dead before first light of the following day
All of the lies that sounded like lies
That we knew were lies turned out to be lies
Because they were lies
Fool me once. Yeah, fuck you
They told us we'd rise with the tide
But we all fucking drowned
We're all just antennas and exposed nerves
And they cut off our eyelids when the brightness turns up on us
We're just walking bags of electricity and chemicals
Where the default reaction is no action
I've heard that breathing is an act of resistance
But it's fucking exhausting keeping this machine in balance. Imbalance
Each induced disconnection buys us time to add distance
Between our minds and that looming darkness
We all carry deep beneath our sternums
Each high makes the darkness grow stronger
Until it completely consumes us
Every fucking waking moment
Becomes just shy of impossible to shake it
Once it leaves its mark on you
And once that fucker gets its hooks in you
The bridges look different
And the buildings look different
The height starts calling you home
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Writer(s): Gilded Age
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