The Art of Being a Sad Sack of Shit - The Murderburgers

If it’s actually all fucked now and at an end

Then I guess I’ll never walk home this way again

But I just wanted to see you

I meant it when I said I always do but I know that counts for nothing at all

There’s more cracked concrete round our necks

Since the last time that we checked

I know that one day all there will be to stand on is solid ground

I was just hoping I’d still be around

Another 5am struggle with the urge to shut off the oxygen supply to my brain

Take a handful of pills and lie down again

Just enough to knock me out and dream of never waking up

Curse myself each time I do

Because I’m getting so tired of thinking about

How I was always thought distance would be the dickhead

But it turns out the dickhead was me

Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself

To make sure I shut down easily

Now all that skin is growing over my teeth

And making its way to the back of my throat

But I’m too afraid to apply pressure

So I’ll just sit here and wait til I choke

I know I’ll probably not get an explanation

For you wanting me to leave this place

But If you’d been awake you would have noticed

There was a genuine smile on my face

When I was tracing the lines on your shoulder

Now I’m counting the cracks in my skull

That indicate I’m another year older

And the sensation’s never been so dull