Emotional sobriety is harder than it looks.
I cant let myself fall off the wagon again...

My daily dose of apathy
Numbs the bitterness from my tongue...

I'll bury my soul
Before it erodes...

I wake up with a weight in my chest
I tell myself it's all for the best...

Que Sera Sera
Until the time has come...

Looking for someone who bleeds like me
Filling a void, a hole, left empty...

The calm sleepless nights
Impervious to feeling...

Guitar, my canvas
Society is my paint...

I just want to feel alive
Hungry for life, flesh decay...

When I close my eyes, will they remain shut?
A passage of time, feeling in the gut...

You can always say,
"It will be better tomorrow," right...

Tear out my heart
I hope to never return...