How long should you try and treat this When every word from everyone lashes at my wrists Maybe I should've bathed in the sun, Maybe I never cared enough When is giving up, giving in? Prescription, and symptoms, are just gorgeous synonyms Paint me in the corner, staring at the walls, I feel punished for being present so maybe I shouldn't be here at all Cast me into this cold palette, paint me among the brambles Wounded with arms stretched apart Tell me you've never felt like the medication doesn't work And I've never felt so guilty for being baptized in disbelief When is giving up, giving in? Prescription, and symptoms, are just gorgeous synonyms Paint me in the corner, staring at the walls, I feel punished for being present so maybe I shouldn't be here at all It's like we're painted in grey, we're always searching for the words to say Running through the hallway, between sleep and the grave It's hard to shed my skin