Four Dollar Sandwich

Most days I spend asleep
Like a barren tree, I’m begging for the sun
So when all is said and done I leave my house at 6 PM
With my headphones buried deep
The fox is looming with intent and sinking deeper into everything I do
I head right on Wilson Avenue
Skin splitting from the cold as I proceed in senseless disassociation
I keep my distance from strangers
I don’t wanna scare them
I don’t think I’m scary
But that’s not for me to say
It’s like kleptomania
And I don’t wanna face it
I’m just stealing from myself
And I don’t think that’ll change
It’s just hard to care
When you feel like you have no control over your thoughts
And it’s been eating at you for much longr than you can know
One of the many things we don’t show
I’d lov to spill my guts, that’s called oversharing
And it’s something we don’t do
I’ve lost touch with half my family
And old friends have moved away
It’s guaranteed depreciation
I keep my distance from strangers
I don’t wanna scare them
I don’t think I’m scary
But that’s not for me to say
It’s like kleptomania
And I don’t wanna face it
I’m just stealing from myself
And I don’t think that’ll change
Getting by just fine
Walking on this straight line that’s wrapped around my neck
This coiled up double «S» is creeping in more everyday
Flashes of pulling the trigger will flicker and spark 'til I’m in flames
I just hate how shame can be so silent
I keep my distance from strangers
I don’t wanna scare them
I don’t think I’m scary
But that’s not for me to say
It’s like kleptomania
And I don’t wanna face it
I’m just stealing from myself
And I don’t think that’ll change