Mephisto

What should I be pissed about today? It's best you don't come around my way I'm not feeling in a talking mood I'm feeling awful, awful, all consumed By the media, by all the thoughts I'm thinking of Overstimulated, can't concentrate, and I'm feeling numb When will it end? Losing hope, reminiscing of Robin Williams again This is typical I've been around enough to know this stuff is often cyclical But that doesn't give me hope That just means I need to paddle long enough to keep afloat I'd trade a year for a moment to breathe But I suppose I do that anyway, poor pitiful me Feeling shitty and dull Not sure how much light is left in this flickering bulb Hello darkness, my old friend I came to talk to, talk to you again If misery loves company You must be, must be the one for me Hello darkness, my old friend I came to talk to, talk to you again If misery loves company You must be, must be the one for me I don't expect things to be perfect In fact, I often expect that my chest is full of stress and hurting I'm not sure the pressure's worth it Hectic, nervous, fumbling through life to find a better purpose (I try) But my head is bursting Chronically controlled by demonically possessive urges It's for the better I don't shed the surface You don't really want to know what sits below this heavy burden I'm catastrophizing again Maddening I admit, passively I resist I should just do what I ought to But this circular logic got me stuck in a thought-loop Misery in the present, regret about the past The future isn't any better don't know whether I can last I don't mean to be so candid when I talk about my resignation letter to be handed in Hello darkness, my old friend I came to talk to, talk to you again If misery loves company You must be, must be the one for me Hello darkness, my old friend I came to talk to, talk to you again If misery loves company You must be, must be the one for me