Do You Take Cash?
My morning coffee resembles Jupiter
I took a bus on my way to escape from her
Drinking your name in a paper cup
Looking for life on a line
Taking big steps only feels like a bludgeoning
I'm out of breath from this ritual toughening
Nobody listens to cries for help
Nobody listens to me
But you, could walk out your way to eternity
I'm passed out and bleeding internally
The only way forward is through
And I can't make any sense of my destiny
What with love feeling like felony
My only way out is you
I can take hit after hit to infinity
But it'll take more than my life for recovery
Do you even "fathom" the mess I've made?
I always hated that word
Being alive doesn't feel like I'm seventeen
Hating the self isn't cured with amphetamine
What does it mean if I can't wake up?
Does it mean I'm finally free?
But you would kill me if I tried to off myself
And all of the writers up on the shelf
Would shake all their heads disappointed
I'd be sprawled out, breathless on my bedroom floor
Leaving the legends all wanting more
From the one girl they appointed
Do you take cash or could I simply owe you one?
Saving a life could amount to what can be done
I promise I won't be as meritless
As all of the things in my head
I took a bus on my way to escape from her
Drinking your name in a paper cup
Looking for life on a line
Taking big steps only feels like a bludgeoning
I'm out of breath from this ritual toughening
Nobody listens to cries for help
Nobody listens to me
But you, could walk out your way to eternity
I'm passed out and bleeding internally
The only way forward is through
And I can't make any sense of my destiny
What with love feeling like felony
My only way out is you
I can take hit after hit to infinity
But it'll take more than my life for recovery
Do you even "fathom" the mess I've made?
I always hated that word
Being alive doesn't feel like I'm seventeen
Hating the self isn't cured with amphetamine
What does it mean if I can't wake up?
Does it mean I'm finally free?
But you would kill me if I tried to off myself
And all of the writers up on the shelf
Would shake all their heads disappointed
I'd be sprawled out, breathless on my bedroom floor
Leaving the legends all wanting more
From the one girl they appointed
Do you take cash or could I simply owe you one?
Saving a life could amount to what can be done
I promise I won't be as meritless
As all of the things in my head
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Writer(s): Maria Tria
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