it makes perfect sense to me

it makes perfect sense to me
fail comp

if there was'nt so much smoke
between me and the mirror
we would have better conversations
there are so many things
i would like to say to you

hellbent on losing
is easier than actually trying

lung cancer and cirrhosis of the liver
pin these medals upon
every black t shirt i own
full applause but no encore requests
when the announcement is made
Johnrot is fucking dead

even love letters
turn to hate mail
epic fail
it all makes perfect sense to me

nobody makes me bleed my own blood
but me
guess who wins again
i tie my own shoelaces together
with intertwined nooses
open arms for faltered steps
it makes perfect sense to me

bronze those times
i was told to just give up
and place them on my trophy wall
right next to my lack of ambition
and un-deserved participation ribbons

2nd place is the first loser
and at least you tried is a lie
nothing falls in favor of
my heart

my absent correspondence
and social awkwardness
a badge of honor

my birth name carved in stone
the lack of flowers at my grave
the greatest award ever given