Session

volume up
smoke fills the room
bowl packed
tears come
and i'm angry again

swallow a couple more
no food
only gets in the way
no escape
but that's not the goal

fucked up and complacent
lucid and aching
jot down a thought
scream it through the mirror
microphone distorts

no one cares
or wants to hear
what needs to said
what should be heard
blue in the face

bottles and ashes
here we go again
same place different fight
insecurity disguised as sympathy
pull it this time

the basement's in my head
my soul's in the attic
what you see
isn't me
just a carbon copy