The Concrete Floor

I rest my head on the concrete floor
Hot as hell, it feels like a door
They see me soaking up the sun
But the world
It's caving in
It's crushed by the weight of my sin
They say the asphalt is molten in July
But it's the pry of below
The echo of it dripping from my skin
'Cause the world, it's caving in

I cracked my head on the concrete floor
My boss grabbed a needle from the drawer
Soon his hands were bright
With a shining crimson
The same hue as the thread in my skin
But the worst scars are buried deep within
And he'll rinse it away
But I say it's still dripping from my skin
As the world, it's caving in

Severed like some cashew
They called me nuts before
I tried to climb the ladder and landed on the concrete floor
My lungs turned black from molten tears
And my liver blue from years and years
Of flooding all my failures to the core
And now a helmet won't save me from below the concrete floor
1, 2, 3, 4!

I make my bed the concrete floor
And I count my days like sheep that soar
Over the white picket fence that I'll never score
'Cause I blurred the lines of real and fake
Now I can't escape
'Cause there's no cure
Just the concrete floor
Take me to before
I hit this concrete floor