Always igniting little sparks
At the loneliness felt in the dark
When it's too late and everybody's asleep
Except for the moon, this blunt
The tv and me
Why do we constantly turn to the darkest thoughts?
Our brains just tend to fuck us up
And sleeping it off isn't an option
When your only contribution in other lives are problems
How many miles, how many hours alone?
How many nights glued to this fucking phone?
How close am i to killing myself tonight?
How many times will that thought cross my mind?
I really wish my mind would be
An open book at least for me
The things I thought in my own head
Were gonna damage me until the end
Of time and I don't know when
That could even be but I'm still broken
And running away from my problems seems to be
A recurring theme
I need lobotomized as soon as fucking possible
The memories I have just started feeling so awful
Fuck that hopeless miserable night
When you told me I'll be by myself my entire life
A whole lot
A whole lot of running
A whole lot
A whole lot of running away
Slamming on the brakes
But the lights never flashed
Choking back mistakes
And running low on gas
Something you could take
To take away the past
But it already happened
So let's just leave it at that
If this was a puzzle I wouldn't waste the time
Putting the pieces back together, my perfect shrine
To you I built in the corner of my mind
And I ran there but tripped because I'm always behind
And it started collapsing like in the first Indiana Jones
Movie you never watched with me that night I was alone
Because you said you got off late but never come back home
I stayed up pretty late that night
And every night for those last two weeks
I dealt with shit I thought I could change
But someone slamming your head into doors isn't something that needs solving anyway
A whole lot
A whole lot of running
A whole lot
A whole lot of running away