Grip-Tape

Wait to rise long after dark

Been asleep at least three solid days

Wandering round this house just like a ghost

Searching for something in this life

That would fill the holes and satisfy

Your need to please everybody else

While your nerves shatter and fall apart

Wear out the grip-tape wrapped round your heart

Now you're dressed and ready for the kill

Check if your friends are asleep in bed

Same ones who left you to yourself

Make some noise and take a walk outside

All those years you kept the pain inside

Strangled any chance to love your own

And veer from your collision course

But you'd rather go out in a ball of flame

Grip-tape your name