You're a contradiction
Like religion
Like death
As we hold on by
A thread about to snap
Dozens of half empty
Water bottles piled in the corner
Forgotten and I still
Add more each day
Tie a string around your finger
But it never works
Until the water fades to coffee
Each day more hazy
Every day more lazy
I wish to do more with this life
Eventually I grow so tired
I don't even care anymore
Don't even bother to
Drink a single thing
And broken glass piles up
Near my bed
Hang yourself with the tiny string
Of so-called "life"
Whatever confusing mess it was
Just wasn't my thing
It was all pointless to me
But in reality it was as pointless
As the broken glass in the corner
