Dying on an Empty Stomach - The Murderburgers

Sometimes the summer sun

Can be so unforgiving

And the shorter autumn days

Make it easy to confuse existing and living

And winter’s a far cry from

That time when not waking up anxious and alone

Was all I needed to be inspired

That was a beautiful day to be tired

I haven’t smiled since

You hit reset and erased last year

Now my mind is always racing

At top speed towards brick walls

I’m trying so hard to slow it down

By counting my breath for 30 minutes every day

And doing my very best to sit still

Now it’s a terrible life to feel ill

Yeah, it’s a terrible life to feel ill

I keep waking up halfway through that skin graft

And reading that same list of missing aircraft

Can’t seem to pick which one I wish I’d been on

Can’t seem to turn the voice in my head down

The one that’s saying that it wishes you were still around

And now my stomach’s always empty, and my days are always full

Of wondering if a ceiling light would be strong enough

And hoping that I can’t hold my breath long enough

Whether I’m swinging or submerged

Whether you have to cut me down

Or drag me out after I drown

Maybe I’m best just skipping town

Instead of holding on to something that I never had

And praying things would go from worse to bad

Now that every night’s a night to be sad