How do you know when you’ve lost it?

Your hearts on the floor but your hands are in your pockets.

And no shit there’s worse off than me.

But the state of my head right now finding that really hard to believe.

So I’d go home at listen to the fight for the thousandth time.

That’s when you know that life really loses you. When your thoughts can only just abuse you.

So I let my mind carry me away, to all the darkest places I’d never have the guts to say.

If some days are better than means most days some days are worse.

I feel it’s in the blood, like I’ve inherited some sort of family curse