The Self-Loathing Blues

Feels like a year ago, I still don't know where I'm going to
I can only feel my pulse
I am weird creature only capable of scaring myself
I can only feel your pride
If I could only find a way to erase the thought of staying here
I'd stop blaming myself for the things that are not my fault

The story's done but the ending is being written again
I ran out of plot holes
Sunday's self-loathing day for the loving undead
I ran out of air waves
If I'm your mistake, then keep acting like the human you are
I'll change as many times as you want, I think I can

There is no stopping time when you need it
No whipping cords to save your neck
If I keep these truths inside
I might be able to keep you around
There is no fucking around this time
No little tricks to trick me tonight
If I keep these lies inside
I might be able to keep myself around