"You`ll get it right sometime. You will."
I tell myself that everyday.
"You don`t need to latch on to anything.
You`ll just end up back here
In your little limbo scene."
It`s repetitious and exhausting.
I might need some therapy;
Anything to keep me in check through the day.
Don`t think about your lover.
You`re already steady shaking."
I might need a sedative,
But I hate the taste of medicine.
"You just need to let her go."
These pills shaking in my hand
Just make me feel defeated,
Like I`m not able to just let her go away.
I hate this place but I love these chords.
"An empty fate just means an even score."
And the pain this morning...
It filled my head.
It`s Jameson.
It means that I`m not dead.
And I just can`t seem to get away
There`s no such thing as escape,
Even with the sedaives
You`re always in the same state,
Clutching to a limbo scene.
You`re never changing anything,
You just stop the shaking.
And it`s constantly repeated through the days.