When push comes to shove.
Not where you wanna be, you let it get to you.
You revel in the pain reminiscing of your youth.
To avert, to hide, you cower in your bed supine.
Feel the future disappear in your room, like there’s nothing left to fucking do
Recursive thoughts of self hate, making sure you don’t change
The burden of comfort singing the same old fucking songs
Strength in changing what I know, I will force control
Staring at the walls waiting for the paint to change
Crumbling joints, you say its your age as you waste away doing nothing everyday
Complacent
Your weakness
Face it
No other way
Short-term dopamine, prolonging your agony
No failing, no waiting, no time left, no other way