Oh
Call in the army.
Call in the fucking marines.
Call it giving up, or
Call it fulfilling needs.
So I staggered, I tripped and I fell.
And the ground just sorta disappeared
As the curtain closed on another wonderful day.
Here, where the sun shines maybe upwards of 14 hours a day.
Here, where the the flowers are already in full bloom in early may.
I sat alone on the darkest spot in the sunshine I could find,
to better understand the anatomy of this divide.
So I staggered, I tripped and I fell.
And the ground it wasn’t there.
So I fell and I fell. I fell, I fell and I fell.
Here, where no light could ever reach.
Here, behind a door I won’t let you breach.
I float alone blissfully in my own private hell,
where falling up is the same as falling down.
I like it here. Without proximity to anything.
I’m insincere, but you can’t tell because
I like it here. Eroding all we can feel.
Call in the army.
Call in the fucking marines.
Call it giving up, ’cause
God it is killing me.
