Beginning to think I need the mask of invisibility Making separate pots of coffee The morning ritual at six am Wind burnt drives to work serve as precursors To the last time I'll see you again But I must've loved the way you slammed my Head between the frame and the door Because there were way too many nights I spent On your dirty bathroom floor Disregarding everything There's no medication we could take To make this work To make this last I kicked rocks After you kicked my ass Do the pictures I'm deleting Really hold any weight right now Other than all the storage space I end up paying for In my head and the cloud I just can't have them in my camera roll I'll look through every fading memory while listening to self control Off an iPhone speaker in this home that isn't mine I think I'm getting weaker all the time This plagued forth street apartment became The darkest depths of my own personal hell (Soft and sound) According to you I built it all by myself just by sticking around Beginning to think I need the mask of invisibility