eating at my face
begging for a taste
laughing at myself
feeling sick and
wasted
borrowing the sense
he
never made it in
he never had a chance
to get out of
whatever
His mind isn't sick
He's making it up to feel real
Feel real like they
Nobody does anymore
He's not going
home
He's wandering off to pretend that
Pretend that he's got
What no one does anymore
fighting for a place
winning every race
heating up the tea
feeling void and simple
making up a way
he
never had a way
he never had his day
he never had
salvation
