1 P.M.

Been struggling with feeling like myself again Been playing some card game that I know I can't win Don't know how long a boy is meant to live this way But I sure as shit won't have it another way These manifestations are shaped a lot like men in suits They smell like doctors and uncaring eyes This tastes like another lonely September night And it feels like another sappy song I've been facing all these demons in 1-player mode But I can no longer face them Face them on my own Another 3am booze-soaked smoke-filled night Cobble together these plans, fuck us if we see morning I just want to feel like I've lived But I know you do too This sidewalk has been paved with self-righteous feelings Selfish thoughts that I wish I didn't feel I could explode any day now But I think I'd like to try I've been facing all these demons in 1-player mode But I can no longer face them Face them on my own