Beginning to think I need the mask of invisibility
Making separate pots of coffee
The morning ritual at six am
Wind burnt drives to work serve as precursors
To the last time I'll see you again
But I must've loved the way you slammed my
Head between the frame and the door
Because there were way too many nights I spent
On your dirty bathroom floor
Disregarding everything
There's no medication we could take
To make this work
To make this last
I kicked rocks
After you kicked my ass
Do the pictures I'm deleting
Really hold any weight right now
Other than all the storage space I end up paying for
In my head and the cloud
I just can't have them in my camera roll
I'll look through every fading memory while listening to self control
Off an iPhone speaker in this home that isn't mine
I think I'm getting weaker all the time
This plagued forth street apartment became
The darkest depths of my own personal hell
(Soft and sound)
According to you I built it all by myself just by sticking around
Beginning to think I need the mask of invisibility