trapped in a summer mentality of trying to escape life itself |
You little thing with paper windows, They say You poor, precious, broken thing Summer has seeped through your cracks and dampened your soul Summer has taken you hostage There's a knife to your throat There are chains on your ankles and wrists The liquor is rotting you from the inside out but you choke it down Burning throat and burning eyes It's better to feel dizzy Than nothing at all Better to spin circles under the stars and forget the world outside your walls We have always existed in this house with paper windows Light comes in We can't see out The world is right there but we are afraid Afraid to tear open the paper Afraid someone will break down the door Is it better to live in bliss even as you're aware of your ignorance Is it better to know the truth that stabs you with sharp words and wounds your heart They came knocking one night With their dogs And weapons and rules And demanded you straighten up Stop crying they say Tears are punishable by death You have not found a way to stop breaking down Or maybe you have As you stare at the bottom of the bottle Summer has choked out all of your emotions One by one Numb and empty Summer is a parasite hosting in your brain Just one more drink Just one more hit If you can still stand You haven't had enough Not enough, not enough All the whiskey in the world and you still remember your name the next morning Music can only drown out your thoughts for so long Silence is deadly Too much time to think Any second you'll be overtaken The voices in your head will tell you that you don't matter They will tell you to stop being a burden Shut them up just shut them up The voices in your head will put a gun in your hand They'll put that hand to your head But they won't pull the trigger No, that's all up to you |