Parking Lot

The drink in my hand starts to shake
As the hope in my mind starts to break
Are the gods not happy with the progress I've made?
Hasn't illness taken all it can take?

Taking all my plans and throwing in a wrench
Is it my mental health or the Marianas Trench?
How can I win if my team only plays defense
And all the best players are stuck on the bench

Do a face mask or a warm bath or do a shot
Or just lay in bed until your body rots
Get my vitamin D but the pavements hot
And the soles of my shoes melt on the parking lot

Melatonin's now taken at eight
Cause I can't stand my thoughts when I'm awake
There is no cause, still my body aches
And the home I built meets an earthquake

Taking all my plans and throwing in a wrench
Is it my mental health or the Marianas Trench?
How can I win if my team only plays defense
And all the best players are stuck on the bench

Do a face mask or a warm bath or do a shot
Or just lay in bed until your body rots
Get my vitamin D but the pavements hot
And the soles of my shoes melt on the parking lot

Can somebody show me
A coping strategy
That takes me from reality
But doesn't kill my body

Cause I've stunted my growth
I've filled my lungs with smoke
And yeah it puts on a good show
But I've lost my glow

Do a face mask or a warm bath or do a shot
Or just lay in bed until your body rots
Get my vitamin D but the pavements hot
And the soles of my shoes melt on the parking lot

Do a face mask or a warm bath or do a shot
Or just lay in bed until your body rots
Get my vitamin D but the pavements hot
And the soles of my shoes melt on the parking lot



Credits
Writer(s): Maya Desrochers
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