Late Nights & Collar Bones

Late night and collarbones
All the while, I stand alone
Waiting for a savior, waiting for an angel
To save me from this horrid room
To save me from this impending doom.
For they’re pounding on my door again,
Shrill voices lingering in my fragile head.
(and I don’t know if I can take it.)
I don’t know if I’ll make it.

Stale bread and diet coke
She pins me down just to watch me choke
On her sickening sense of victory
She knows she’s gotten the best of me.
Day and night, night and day
They know that I can’t look away.
Threatened by their presence,
But frightened by their absence.
(I don’t know if I’ll make it.)

Two Sisters in a Fight
A fight to the death, a fight for my life.
A sinister war to steal my soul
And leave nothing after to let anyone know
That I was ever accomplished or had self control
Though they’re out of my body,
They know they aren’t out of my mind
They hope one day I’ll leave it all behind.
(I don’t know if I can take it.)

Leaving Stale Bread and Diet Coke
Facing Late Nights and Collarbones
Dreaming of a golden savior,
Waiting for a starlit angel
To take me by the broken hand
And hold me till I fully mend
Mentality healed, soul cleansed
Left with a piece of mind that cannot bend.