A Crimson Painting

A crimson painting, sketched on concrete Glass and tangled metal scatter the street You don't see me anymore I'm just a pile of bones and meat Was it worth it? Did I really need to know? Just a second, it was just a second Needless conversation Immediate gratification To scratch the itch, to scratch the itch Dark eyes staring from the back of your phone I never knew a gaze that made me feel so alone You make me feel so alone Indifferent puppets with rubber necks Step on the brakes, look over the precipice Take a piece of me away from here Just another story for your therapist I'm paying the price This is my sacrifice The world around me is getting sicker If you want me to last, take a fucking picture