The stitches in my spleen and my left sleeve
Still bleeding out
Off the handle at the world without a reason
The morals iffy like them people you been keeping 'round
I sank too deep, and I been looking for that lethal route
Fed my feeble doubts, now I'm peeking at that breaking point
I'm afraid of myself because I'm capable of anything
Hope these not just posthumous afterthoughts
Can't block 'em out
I self-destruct, could you defuse my ego bomb?
Ignite the blues
I'll probably pass soon in full solitude
Superman's saudade strong as vodka from the bottles he threw
Dodging shards and fixing hearts can prove impossible
I'm not the doctor who, I've just been patient in the hospital room
Confined by bright lights and white lighters
I've been moving sideways since I started
Postpartum, I'm a martyr for the toaster-shocked
The carcasses pop
Dropped the bodies off the castle wall
Yeah, mama look away, don't watch me fall