I try to loosen my hold

I fumble much harder

I'm only losing my hope

I gotta work harder

I started losing myself

I wanna know how

I'm unoriginal, only by design

I was at the station

Inking in the pages

Caught you off the greyhound

Signaling the way out

Didn't understand it

I didn't know how

Losing on the nation

I want a way out

If only I could call you

For salvation

If only I could smell you

Feel your hair on my skin

Choking by the serpent

Wrapped around my neck

If only I was certain

This would erase it