Breaking your own heart

Sit down and listen to the volumes in your head        
Telling you to bleed it all out before you’re dead        
And there’s such a rush, a fleeting thrill        
Of every ounce of blood you spill        
In your veins, a pulse of inspiration        
Trapped in momentary motivation        
       
The spirit moves you into a dance        
Speaking tongues of your own mind’s God        
Shaking into an unholy trance        
Of creation in a listless fog        
       
(Empty glass,        
Endless nights,        
Crying till the sun comes up        
Living too fast,        
Dying feels right,        
Till reality catches up)        
       
(Chorus)        
You’re making a masterpiece        
And breaking your own heart        
You’re building a dynasty        
And falling apart        
You’re crying a magnum opus        
To water a garden of art        
While you’re breaking your own heart        
       
Don’t lose momentum, don’t stop being clever        
You’ve gotta use it before you lose it forever        
But you curse the page,        
Curse the weather,        
Curse your own upbringing        
Because the music’s dead and gone,        
And the choir’s stopped singing        
While the rainstorms hush into a trickle        
The weatherman’s so goddamn fickle        
       
But the ache is always pounding        
Testing the foundation        
Swarms of words resounding        
Unquieted by medication        
       
(Broken up verses,        
Fragments, lines        
Outside of right and wrong,        
Thoughts in hearses,        
Promise I’ll be fine,        
If these words would come out strong)        
       
(Chorus 2)        
You’re reaching for perfection        
And breaking your own heart        
You’re searching for some clarity          
And spiraling hard        
You’re screaming for release        
But you don’t even know where to start        
God, you’re breaking your own heart