Whats Left Of Shitlife
I can't seem to stop breaking out my teeth
But I hear it can be therapeutic
Clinging to threads in motion
Stepping out from under what I mean
Living in dreams too lucid for comfort, my blood is slipping
My brother dying

I'm not sure you can die from it
But I'm going fucking crazy sleeping on the floor
Once it was a shotgun
Then it was a knife
My dreams, my blood combing my brain