
Fill my cup with the strongest of drinks, make me feel less lonely.
These four walls tighten around my neck but they can’t really hold me.
Let my fantasy run miles, please don’t let it grow too phony.
When it’s too tired to carry on, I’ll live on pain and no sleep. You know me.
Paint my wrists in the brightest colors, cover all the mistakes.
I can’t erase what has been done, I can’t process my past in hot takes.
Slice my arguments ever so gently – the slower you go, the better it tastes.
Cut right through my throat when you get the chance. Don’t hit the brakes.
Never hit the brakes.
Take all my lies and run with them, pretend I’m not bluffing.
It might feel wrong but by now you must be used to handcuffing.
Breathe my deadly fumes in deeply, reduce your life to nothing.
These four walls tighten around my neck, yet it’s the reality that keeps cutting.
Please… keep me company while the gates are shutting.
-JW