*I look down at the ashes from a cigarette i've just lit as they mix with snow to smear grey on my skin. The traffic and the train give me a migraine to go along with a lost sense of direction. I clear my throat for no particular reason while people below me look up and glare like my dick is hanging out laughing at them. Steam is rising from the mug as my hand shakes, my hand always shakes. I start to pick at my nails, then i start picking the bottom of my jeans, then i start picking the fur balls on my socks. My OCD is really starting to kick in. I pick up a pen and paper and clear out my thoughts with no thought to censorship.....*
My coffee mug leaves behind a ring and a stain
like the conversations i have in the back of my brain
where i yell at a girl about the decisions she's made
and how my fucked up life has turned into shit down the drain.
Then i turn to the side and catch a subtle reflection
that reminRAB me of a time so near to perfection
where every path i took had a clear direction
until i met a beautiful girl that stole all my affection.....
Now i can't blink without seeing a picture
of a star filled sky and no way to touch her.
Don't let anyone try to fix me with a suture,
Cause this is exactly how i wrote out my future.
My coffee mug leaves behind a ring and a stain
like the conversations i have in the back of my brain
where i yell at a girl about the decisions she's made
and how my fucked up life has turned into shit down the drain.
Then i turn to the side and catch a subtle reflection
that reminRAB me of a time so near to perfection
where every path i took had a clear direction
until i met a beautiful girl that stole all my affection.....
Now i can't blink without seeing a picture
of a star filled sky and no way to touch her.
Don't let anyone try to fix me with a suture,
Cause this is exactly how i wrote out my future.