broken bones

honestly iun eem know why i try anymore







i guess it's the fear of dying alone









back half broke in a broke down chair
both feet broke but i really don't care
bed not made and the clothes unfold
familiar symptoms, i been told

they say the definition of insanity is trying the same thing again
and expecting it turn out different
punched a wall and it broke my hand
got mad at it and punched it again

took my broken foot and i kicked a can
then my other one, the cycle begins
past midnight and i'm wide awake
fo the second day and night straight

to the drewniverse i escape
minus mask, never had a cape
without chain, no medallion
no name, just white tee stylin

man, fresh as the morning dew
orange red and purple light gleam through
and as the cycle begins anew

i could go back to the old drew




trying to do anything to skirt the real issues







even though it's eatin me away



you know i can't let you go



that's how i know i'm going crazy


but i don't know if i can do this
to feel your touch and your kiss
that's the shit that i miss
but you know what?
i gotta be honest

the way i'm feeling right now, i don't know how it's gon work
i know we can deal with these goblins
but we wont just be doing it now, cause i know you'll be trying
and that's the problem

it just won't be the same

but does that mean it just shouldn't be at all?

i guess i'm saying why do we always love the ones who hurt?
treat 'em in kind right?
i should be better than that,
but maybe it's iron pyrite

and even though you shine bright
and it's more than just the limelight
it's your glow
and ooh, girl, i love it so

it's just right now iunno