Tripping and Falling

Your addiction to pressure subsides at the drop of a pin, Just like a broken record With intimate frequencies, lulling you sleep without counting sheep Who you think you stick it to? Descending down into your mood A match made in heaven You’re escaping life all the time But never know the truth, what’s inside of you All my life, I had to choose: one to live and one to lose All my life, I had no choice But to be in the womb, poisoning myself “Yeah… I’ll do it tomorrow not today” Rhetorical folly holds you back as you hold it in You’d rather make excuses than make up for your mistake in life All the time, daring you to keep rolling up your sleeve Run away slowly, your lives in your arms, just think of your child the one who carries on the mother of all your fake problems