The physical pain comes alongside the emotional,
But they only hit the hardest around midnight,
Sometimes sooner.
If your body could crumble into a million tiny pieces,
That might accurately describe how it feels,
Except your body just won't crumble,
And the pressure is building up so much,
That it's making you physically uncomfortable.
I've been keeping my eyes on the revolver,
And I keep my distances.
But I sometimes I can't stop my hands,
From wanting to grasp around my own neck,
And make my vision go black.
I can't remember the last time the sunrise was painted in pretty colors,
Feels like a few months ago,
But at least the sunsets I had with you were vivid.
And I guess if I'm flying,
I must have shut my eyes,
Because all I feel is the wind yanking at my hair,
And screaming in my face.
But I feel like an anchor that weighs a thousand pounds,
Laying at the bottom of the ocean,
Not making a sound.
