It's Me

Have you ever seen a notice placed for some approaching date

Have you wondered if when that time comes you'll still be alive

Have you ever heard the clocks strike 12 and you're still running late

Do you feel like everyone's thriving And you're stuck in reverse just surviving

I do I know it's true I'm a fucked up Goner a basket case

The ice is wearing thin it's spring it's Fissuring right under me

It's a house made of some splintered Twigs it's my only shelter the storms Coming

I'm a piece of trash left in the rain and It's coming down to wash me away

It's a spider on my severed heart Corrupting the flesh that still remains

And it's me they're all things i did to Myself

And it's me a fuck up from the very start