Who Am I

I tend to keep fingers glued to my neck

Just to be sure I'm alive

I miss own pulse like a new paramedic

Calling out death and the time

Someone bled out

Right outside of my place

What a day to have walls made of glass

This house is a window

I think I relate

And I can't look away from the car crash

Who am I?

To want anything, say anything, who died

And crowned me the king

What a life

An unwavering threat to a perfectly fine Friday night

Who am I?

I tend to have more regrets than a dead man

Who smoked 'til his lungs faded out

I wish that I didn't shake everyone's hand

Oh, I wouldn't have friends to let down

If I hadn't slept with my eyes at the back of my head

I'd have never known dreams

And if I had promised a little bit less

There'd be less that I'd have to achieve

Who am I?

To feel anything, say anything, who died

And crowned me the king

What a life

An unwavering threat to a perfectly fine Friday night

Who am I?

Am I, Am I

Am I just a Frankenstein monster of sutured up minds

Who am I to pretend who I am's not a lie

Who I am's a curation of riddles and rhymes

Who am I?

To want anything, say anything, who died

And crowned me the king

What a lie

An unwavering thread to a perfectly fine Friday night

Who am I?