Expiry Date - Thomston

Tragic

Am I moving backward?

I can’t tell these days

Am I losing touch or do I think too much?

Overanalyzing, I internalize everything these days

So I put my palms together

(I promise that I’ll)

Put in all the effort

(Head in it all)

In spite of all the pressure

I’ll walk until my feet bleed

Furthest thing from easy

Step out from the pile

(I promise that I’ll)

Make this worth your while

(Head in it all)

Because I know that

I’ll walk until I feet bleed

Furthest thing from easy

Dried up

Nothing in the reservoir

I thirst these days

Put the blinders on until the thoughts are gone

And all the doubt vacates and gives my head some space

It’s kinda hard these days

If you put me on a shelf, I won’t live long

If you say it’s temporary, I’ll be gone

All my fingernails bitten to the ends

(Reaped and sewed, dry and old)

If I said I wasn’t anxious, it’s a lie

If I said the validation soothes my mind

Does that make me more human in your eyes?

Everybody has a date that they expire

Is it shameful that this keeps me up some nights?

Knowing that if I don’t play my cards just right

Every part of this could vanish in my heads

Fingernails bitten to the ends