Slow day

Staring into you
Can't seem to find the words
To say what I'm going through

Sitting quietly in line
Waiting for approval
Atta boy, you're doing fine

Chemical reactions in my brain
Make me want to kill you
But still hoping, you'll catch the last train

Promises, promises, break them all
No one cares, everyone forgets
All we do is postpone the fall

Jump high, jump low
You can't cut in front
No matter where you go

Be brave, be strong
Hits will keep coming
Always prove them wrong

Smoke that last cigarette
Quit for the day
Take of your belt

Drink that last drop of alcohol
Let it numb you as before
It's not the first time you drop the ball

Consume their love, nothing in return
Feelings make you weak
It's hard to heal a burn

Watch yourself look at the watch
Time is already lost
Nothing gained, bullet dodged