Always igniting little sparks At the loneliness felt in the dark When it's too late and everybody's asleep Except for the moon, this blunt The tv and me Why do we constantly turn to the darkest thoughts? Our brains just tend to fuck us up And sleeping it off isn't an option When your only contribution in other lives are problems How many miles, how many hours alone? How many nights glued to this fucking phone? How close am i to killing myself tonight? How many times will that thought cross my mind? I really wish my mind would be An open book at least for me The things I thought in my own head Were gonna damage me until the end Of time and I don't know when That could even be but I'm still broken And running away from my problems seems to be A recurring theme I need lobotomized as soon as fucking possible The memories I have just started feeling so awful Fuck that hopeless miserable night When you told me I'll be by myself my entire life A whole lot A whole lot of running A whole lot A whole lot of running away Slamming on the brakes But the lights never flashed Choking back mistakes And running low on gas Something you could take To take away the past But it already happened So let's just leave it at that If this was a puzzle I wouldn't waste the time Putting the pieces back together, my perfect shrine To you I built in the corner of my mind And I ran there but tripped because I'm always behind And it started collapsing like in the first Indiana Jones Movie you never watched with me that night I was alone Because you said you got off late but never come back home I stayed up pretty late that night And every night for those last two weeks I dealt with shit I thought I could change But someone slamming your head into doors isn't something that needs solving anyway A whole lot A whole lot of running A whole lot A whole lot of running away