Shoot Frank

One last vein to poke, made it too dark to see this
Scenery slips then line up to go in the ground and leave us
To repeat this 'til I'm sick and I won't feed this
To my little girl who kept me in this world to beat this
As a little kid, taught to follow Jesus
Get to the front of the line line, I'm being led by elitists

So when I speak words that I don't mean
It's like how only in the cloud do I know what serene is
Unable to wake or delete the reasons
Or be the same bed I made up to sleep with demons

Whether sick sane of a pattern repeated
If I spit pain I knew how to relieve it
If at sixteen, I had started to treat it
'Til my shit changed whether or not I would need it
To trace back to the face before the fetus
If the departure was wrong from the gate then she is

Trigger finger itch
The son of a snitch
I'm the rat's favorite son
Blast a pallet cut
Slit to bleed the rust
By the last heart I've won

We roll under covers waiting
I've tied off a limb, debating
If all of the names forsaken
Spell out what I'm takin'
Watchin' the skin pop

I would do anything to
Tell you why I've been late to
Fix up my head and escape to
Where I can rest my eyes

The sun says "wake up" with a beam in my eyes
Clutching the bed like she's still by my side
Part of me died, even when I prescribed, to just be ostracized
'Cause she don't really know if she wants to ride or drive
With no nooses long enough to hang my excuses
Whether I'm dead, gun to my head, or reclusive
The end is close, almost no need for money
Yet when I wished for death, nobody took my life from me

If I cannot see what's right in front of me
And the lights on, there still wouldn't be enough to leave
I fixed me when I broke the aggression
But I'm still attracted to my beautiful depression
If I felt emotions, I learned to suppress 'em
'Til I'm ready to sleep, I'll have found a place to rest then
No thanks to angst, I learned my lesson
And can erase the face that can't answer the question

Trigger finger itch
The son of a snitch
I'm the rat's favorite son
By the time I'm back
That heart that beats so black
Let it shine like his gun

We roll under covers waiting
I've tied off a limb, debating
If all of the names forsaken
Spell out what I'm takin'
Watchin' the skin pop