What am I doing? Can you see through me?

Another night spent home in bed.

Will anyone hear this? Is it even worth it?

All this time stuck in my head.

I can't break contact with The Office or I'll sink into myself.

I retreat with hands up to the back yard, through the shit doors, neon's on.

Deflect some shit you said today. I'll make a mental note of it.

It only hurts when I'm alone.

So I'll think about the life I chose, I'm kind of scrambling for a hold.

Am I losing value every day?

Not much to my name but a 6 string, is there more than that to me?

Un-motivating, sort of draining, I know what you must see.

You're scratching the outside, always the outside.

Check the inside, are you alright?

Does it sit right? Do you sleep tight? Stay up all night?

Signs of no life.

I'm not quite sure where to begin, I've fallen out of trust with friends.

I'm either onto something great or I'm losing my mind over this.

And when "I've given up" I say, will you still look at me the same?

Will you shoulder some of the blame?