Pretty Box, No Candy

i feel the panic a calm generic synthetic collect it pop the tab just take it i hate it i hate who made it my heart it's shrinking my brain starts thinking about tragedy complaints i'll stand in line for days just to wait it's fate, collective predictible a hole i drill a job a thrill i dig and dig deep and big i feel the dread all around and in my head roll around can't sleep in bed down on red down on red try to quit to give a spit to cry but lit a cigarette and smoked with long drags of regret that for some reason could not feel but rationalize and think about my jealous eyes my size, fall to rise hail a cab and wave goodbye and all the things i could have been and all the people i called my friends and all the roads that have to end and all the rules that wind and bend break and mend as i depend down on red down on red a mystery answer in front of me but dig and dig without the meek or kind, one bit of mercy for a clue to rage flee from its cage and into my fickle fascination forced foreplay live to live another day to say every word residing in my head down on red down on red