have you watched yourself sink?
have you felt the fog surround you
for years and years on end
watched your art wither and crumple
and blow away in the wind?
and have you painted the past in a rose-pink hue
everything soft, and kind
and beautiful
and god, i want her courage
i want her pride
in a bottle
i want her desperate state of mind
’cause i have ground my dreams up like coal
i have given up before i’ve tried
played depression in e minor
to c major
to d
and all it’s given me is calloused fingers
and sleepless nights
i mine my cheeks
for silver and gold
but there’s nothing left to find
and begged silently
for a kiss, or a hug
or even a brush of your hand
but most of all for you to tell me,
tell me i wasn’t born this way
tell me imagination is endless
tell me there’s the slightest chance of escape
tell me these hands around my throat are gonna get bored eventually
tell me it’s not too late
even though all i did today
was sit in the corner
and drift through a haze
and if the world doesn’t make sense, what does it matter anyway?
i’ve got my back to the wall
and my hands against the glass
i play depression from e minor
to c major
to d
i don’t cry, i don’t laugh
and i don’t feel much of anything
