In Defense of the Delete Key

Another day

Spent living in the past talking myself in circles

The sand in my hourglass is slipping through my fingers

Why do I always linger on the words I cannot change

Is today gonna be the day?

I've got one foot off the stool and the other in the grave

And give me one good reason why I shouldn't cave

To the decay in my chest

It's fucking useless

What do I do when I'm so sick of being me?

If I could retrace my steps in the past few years

I'd do it in a heartbeat

Wouldn't shed a tear

To delete expunge

Edit every line

Pick a different ending every single time

I've got one foot off the stool and the other in the grave

And give me one good reason why I shouldn't cave

To the decay in my chest

It's fucking useless

What do I do when I'm so sick of being me?

I've got one foot off the stool and the other in the grave

And give me one good reason why I shouldn't cave

To the voices in my head

They say just do it

What do I do when I'm so sick of being me?

So sick

So sick, oh, ugh

How much longer will I enslave

Myself to this cycle everyday

And these bad habits, I can't break

My failures rerunning perpetually

This routine pain is a memory of who I used to be

And I'm a slave encaged

I've got one foot off the stool and the other in the grave

And give me one good reason why I shouldn't cave

To the decay in my chest

It's fucking useless

What do I do when I'm so sick of being me?

I've got one foot off the stool and the other in the grave

And give me one good reason why I shouldn't cave

To the voices in my head

They say just do it

What do I do

When I'm so sick of being me?