Last Thread

Getting too damn old

To feel this childish

Hurt by the creeping thought

That this world is hopeless

Getting jealous of

The contented apathetic

What do they know

With both eyes closed

And how come

I still don't get it

But if all I control

Isn't if, but when and how I lose

Comfort in the callous

Burning with compassion

I know which L I'll chose

Knuckle up the rest of your life

Out of spite or righteousness

Push come to shove

Clench your fist

For everything you love

Worst case: a consolation prize

Resting my head knowing that I tried

On the bed made from

The last thread that I'm hanging on

At times I question

Is compassion just masochism

To want a world

less desperate by design

But there's no place to look away

Or turn our broken cheek

So just swing back

on the off chance

For once, we'll win ourselves

A second of peace

Knuckle up the rest of your life

Out of spite or righteousness

Push come to shove

Clench your fist

For everything you love

Worst case: a consolation prize

Resting my head knowing that I tried

On the bed made from

The last thread that I'm hanging on

I still try

Because fuck 'em, thats why

I still try

Because fuck 'em, thats why

Knuckle up the rest of your life

Out of spite or righteousness

Push come to shove

Clench your fist

For everything you love

Worst case: a consolation prize

Resting my head knowing that I tried

On the bed made from

The last thread that I'm hanging on

The last thread that I'm hanging on