yeahexactly

Last year I awoke in her arms

This year I awake, half stoned as the telephone rings.

Its a well wisher, calling to congratulate another year down.

A year ago today was full.

Today empty and alone i lay in my bed with music on to cover my tears

and pills meant to help cage a beast that doesn't want to let me near 24.

My depression runs rampant today as i remember all of the things we had

I left and put on my mask, but this jubilant robe of lies was easily spotted for a ruse.

This is the same bed where we once held each other.

this bed, this apartment is a coffin.

I blocked out the lights to help you sleep,

It helps me not to notice that i've wasted away another day.

If this room were water tight i would have drown three times over by now.

I am a keel-less ship floating around in the darkness

just hoping to hit something hard enough so i don't limp away from the wreck.

from this heartbreak there are no survivors.

happy fuckin birthday right?

what on earth am i doing with my life?