Thoughts To Martyr

when the lights are dim and the night looks grim all i write is sound and i think i'm better off better off twice today I was in your arms and i bit my tongue i'd rather be aloft yea i think i'm better off better off dear city that never sleeps i often think of you i wonder how you will keep when the night sinks into and if you make it to the days break no one will really know it's you another second chance to excel with truth relaxed like stooping pigeons on the roof lately i've been dying for a noose or just a rope in general to hang myself from day light trickles but i find it difficult to hold a nickel to my left thumb in other words life is simple if you play it as it comes here lately i find myself growing more skeptical of people feelings resemble damaged goods that pose lethal at the edge of absinthe and only tear drops touch the needle i still write but most of the time i'm like kind of nice for tomorrow pushes me gently it's a rush but it soothes my thoughts and i'm stronger mentally when the lights are dim and the night looks grim all i write is sound and i think i'm better off better off twice today I was in your arms and i bit my tongue i'd rather be aloft yea i think i'm better off better off so i'll send this letter off "when all else fails I write"