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By Staten

On Saint

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Talks about being lonely

Make me even lonelier

Talk about doing good

Never made me holier

Well I’m not doing so well

Closer never opener

At 4am I’ll dive into sheets

Could always be soberer

Wake up in the morning

Feeling like I never tried

I wake up in the morning

While the sun’s still on the rise

I hope that it burns bright

Today cause I could use that shine

But it’s constantly a struggle to find time

To stay alive

Vitals dropping lower, man

I need to stabilize

When to eat and what to drink

Cannot prioritize

I’m losing hope and faith

As quickly as my appetite

Don’t know what the fuck

I’m fighting for

I put my hands aside

While they getting their diplomas

I’ll be catching up on quotas

Loser, never moving, always using

Never sober

Taking out the garbage

When depression’s on the margin

But if money’s on my mind

Then why do I feel departed?

Cause Kaley’s telling me

To start believing in the magic

Start believing in myself

Before I leave or something tragic happens

It’s a habit, I’m tryna break it

Create the happiness don’t try and fake it

They’ll find all our footprints

Imprinted in the carpet

The dialogue of all our talks

Are printed in that apartment

The milestones that decorate

Your wall will never move

If everything just seems too much

I know I’ll look for you

Hey Kourtney, what you doing right now?

We can walk around the city

See what it’s all about

Go and pick out an outfit

Or wear whatever you want

Wherever you want

Pick apart a piece of your mind

I found God in a little bit of you

A southern angel with a halo made for two

Taking in all of those flowers you removed

Place them in your hair

Or you can place them in my tomb

But I don’t think you want to hear me talk like that

I love you cause you understand where my mind’s at

“If you’re feeling hurt or lost, you know we got your back.”

But I feel my spine decaying, keep myself intact

Why do I feel so bad? Why do I feel like this?

How do I explain to all my family that I want to quit?

Not just the blood inside my veins but the ones I live with

I’m so sorry but I’m tired of surviving at best