I'm spending my time writing about the days that I've survived All the times that I have failed and how hard I've tried These days are so fucking long The hands on the clock move faster and faster My hands are cracked And covered in plaster Nine to five just trying to thrive I am killing myself one day at a time The drink in my cup flows from the vine That grows through my throat and into the sky Ask me about the clouds in my mind I'll tell you not to worry, I'm doing just find