Mixed Drinks And Tears

I'd comfort you, but religion's made of glass
Got stuck way downside up
I converge into a mellow quicksand
Signed upon the burning of a bridge
No profound rhymes or rhythms
Just mixed drinks and tears from all the bottom years

I've seen my reflection write what's from above
I'll just go and find my own darkish throne
It's crazy to think I'm still alive
I'm not supposed to be here

All your words are like tumors
But the sound is so benign
Crosses are upside down
Collarbone snaps like a twig

I have tried more than a cheating wife does
But you won't cast any decent sound
Assembled such a youth parade
Jumped off a third story balcony
I cried for loneliness but got help instead
If there's a balance, then why am I laying on the ground?

The less words I hear, the saner I am