6. Message To Myself (Unread) 04:18

ain't free from the chains

just got a longer leash

everyone has a price

if your budget has the reach

scrubbing out the stains

soak my body in the bleach

try to be a modest man

but never practice what i preach

my current thirst can't operate on this os

i'd never get away with murder in this old vest

obsessed obsessed obsessed

obsessed with with a life that i don't possess

another vessel for my demons would be so blessed

another lonely night

another empty bed

the pictures that i paint are always better in my head

and now i'm liking all these photos

wish i liked myself instead

another lonely night

another empty bed

the pictures i would paint were always better in my head

another message to myself unread

refresh the page my shame has no limits

open up the fridge ten times in ten minutes

looking for some light in the shadows i've been slippin

they think i got it all but i'm not sharing what i'm missin

the grass is always greener the blood is always cold

i built this city on rock and roll

we have pride to be bought and sold

we all hold guilt that never grows old

skipped the foreplay and jumped right in

spit up my dark past so i could lube this skin

close the blinds so they can't look through

got a lot more fucking myself to do

ain't gotta play dumb when you play by the rules

follow yourself off a cliff like they taught in the schools

from the womb to the mines from the mines to the tomb

yeah only dead men trade time for jewels

another lonely night

another empty bed

the pictures that i paint are always better in my head

and now i'm liking all these photos

wish i liked myself instead

another lonely night

another empty bed

the pictures i would paint were always better in my head

another message to myself unread

i couldn't be thinking any different than i was last week

didn't take so long to get back on my feet

but sometimes the bottom really ain't as deep as you think

i know i'm not bleeding any more than i have before

didn't take so long to scrub the stain from the floor

but sometimes self care don't gotta be such a chore

it's kinda weird being here without you

now that i've done everything we ever wanted to do

first out of spite and then out of fear

but now i don't know what i'm still doing here

it's clear somethings still missing from the puzzle

i found every piece but the assembly a struggle

maybe i’m ready to let go of what i've been through

because i'm ready to see a picture without you

another lonely night

another empty bed

the pictures that i paint are always better in my head

and now i'm liking all these photos

wish i liked myself instead

another lonely night

another empty bed

the pictures i would paint were always better in my head

another message to myself unread