// I'VE COUNTED THE ENDLESS AMOUNT OF DAYS I'VE BEEN SOBER. / FIRST DAY, / TIC. / SENCOND DAY, / TIC. / SHIT, I HAVE TO START OVER AGAIN. / THESE LITTLE RED LINES BEGIN TO BLUR TOGETHER. / I NO LONGER NEED ANY OF YOUR UNDERSERVED ATTENTION, / THIS AFFECTION YOUR GIVING ME, / IT'S LEAVING ME INTOXICATED. / I'M DRAWING THESE LITTLE RED TICS IN COUNT OF ALL MISTAKES I'VE EVER MADE. / THAT INCLUDES YOU. / THE BLOOD IS ON THE WALL, BUT YOU SEE IT AS SOME KIND OF WALLPAPER. / I'M COUNTING THE STUPID RED TICKS, / THEY'RE GROWING LONGER AND LONGER, / AS I DRAG THE TOOL ACROSS THE SURFACE. / YOU'RE TELLING ME TO BREATHE UNDERWATER WHEN YOU DONT EVEN MNOW HOW TO SWIM. / WHY DON'T YOU COUNT THESE BLOODY RED TICKS, / WHY DON'T YOU KEEP TALLY. //
