Nothing (The Rat)

Break me into something worth it

More than the heads of statues

Even if the trend reconciles itself

I'll still wake up wishing I didn't

So maybe instead I'll choke on these anti-anxiety pills

So I don't have to swallow the flavor of life floating away

In your hands against his chest or my head on the bathroom fucking floor

But every morning is a clean slate

And my back starts to break, my face starts to change

Alignment of the way I act and the way I am

Because in my mind it's an emptiness

Multi-foliate

An abundance of layers buried out of necessity

A laundry list of accomplishments

Control the crisis

Stage the disease

Sell your soul to

Words that mean nothing