All I hear is “patience."
All I have are missed bank payments.
I can’t keep my head above the nonsense.
I know this won’t make me famous.
I know I can’t eat off this paycheck.
But my dreams are quick-drying cement.
Slipping through the tips of my fingers,
Filling my pockets.
Cannonballing to the black
When I hear you say...
“It won’t be this bleak forever."
Yeah right.
I hope you’re right.
Have you seen me lately?
It’s like I’m falling deeper and deeper.
Thinking someday I’ll just need a miracle,
But I need about 30 goddamn miracles.
While you say “be your own god.”
You say “you’re sane,
So get yourself right so we can start again.”
I’m so preoccupied with my own life
I can’t see the world is burning down,
Until I’m living underwater.
Stuck here pulling out threads,
But it won’t move in reverse.
I’ll die here in the Midwest.
Why can’t I live with that?
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