Lying again, in the rain tattered night. The cracks lying to your face. Wrinkled skin leading to another day of this. Anti-depressants hand in hand, cheek to cheek.
They say it's another world's hell and they're sure they can tell the cash crops, the gold from the putrid. Too much weight on our backs, too much pride in our hearts, shoving down the pills choking on expectation.
Lying again in the dampened morning, the beams of light exposing the truth. Ironed shirt leading to another day of this, anti-depressants hand in hand, cheek to cheek.
Fill it up again, strain yourself longer, getting through the day, on another round. Despite the lawsuits, despite the noose hanging from the ceiling. Shoving down the pills, choking on expectation.