Last Thread
Getting too damn old
To feel this childish
Hurt by the creeping thought
That this world is hopeless
Getting jealous of
The contented apathetic
What do they know
With both eyes closed
And how come
I still don't get it
But if all I control
Isn't if, but when and how I lose
Burning with compassion
Comfort in the callous
I know which L I'll chose
Knuckle up the rest of your life
Out of spite or righteousness
Push come to shove
Clench your fist
For everything you love
Worst case: a consolation prize
Resting my head knowing that I tried
On the bed made from
The last thread that I'm hanging on
At times I question
Is compassion just masochism
To want a world
Less desperate by design
But there's no place to look away
Or turn our broken cheek
So just swing back
On the off chance
For once, we'll win ourselves
A second of peace
Knuckle up the rest of your life
Out of spite or righteousness
Push come to shove
Clench your fist
For everything you love
Worst case: a consolation prize
Resting my head knowing that I tried
On the bed made from
The last thread that I'm hanging on
I still try
Because fuck 'em
That's why
I still try
Because fuck 'em
That's why
Knuckle up the rest of your life
Out of spite or righteousness
Push come to shove
Clench your fist
For everything you love
Worst case: a consolation prize
Resting my head knowing that I tried
On the bed made from
The last thread that I'm hanging on
To feel this childish
Hurt by the creeping thought
That this world is hopeless
Getting jealous of
The contented apathetic
What do they know
With both eyes closed
And how come
I still don't get it
But if all I control
Isn't if, but when and how I lose
Burning with compassion
Comfort in the callous
I know which L I'll chose
Knuckle up the rest of your life
Out of spite or righteousness
Push come to shove
Clench your fist
For everything you love
Worst case: a consolation prize
Resting my head knowing that I tried
On the bed made from
The last thread that I'm hanging on
At times I question
Is compassion just masochism
To want a world
Less desperate by design
But there's no place to look away
Or turn our broken cheek
So just swing back
On the off chance
For once, we'll win ourselves
A second of peace
Knuckle up the rest of your life
Out of spite or righteousness
Push come to shove
Clench your fist
For everything you love
Worst case: a consolation prize
Resting my head knowing that I tried
On the bed made from
The last thread that I'm hanging on
I still try
Because fuck 'em
That's why
I still try
Because fuck 'em
That's why
Knuckle up the rest of your life
Out of spite or righteousness
Push come to shove
Clench your fist
For everything you love
Worst case: a consolation prize
Resting my head knowing that I tried
On the bed made from
The last thread that I'm hanging on
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