Break me into something worth it more than the heads of statues. Even if the trend reconciles itself I will still wake up wishing I didn't. So maybe instead I'll choke on these anti-anxiety pills so I don't have to swallow the flavor of life floating away. In your hands against his chest or my head against the bathroom floor But every morning is a clean slate
and my back starts to break. My face starts to change. Alignment of the way I act and the way I am, because in my mind it's an emptiness multi-foliate An abundance of layers buried out of necessity. A laundry list of accomplishments. Stage the disease. Control the crisis. Sell your soul to words that mean nothing.