Broken Clocks

[It's Thursday, it's Thursday, yea]


Empty pill bottles cover the bottem of my drawers,

But nothing can numb my soul,

Its screaming for control,

I cleaned the house for hours yesterday,

Just to satisfy my disdain,

Tip toeing around the kitchen because there's a stain,

I can't live like this, it's filthy, and within me, I'm not tipsy but im thinking about sending my ex girlfriend text messeges,

Like take me back, take me back,

Nevermind forget it, you were never in it, while I was in it, rip to the kid, the pain i could of healed you from is suspended in air,

Take a breath of fresh air,

A breath of fresh air,

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It's just Thursday