The volume goes up
Like the bottom of my cup
I'm not saying this is because of you
Because I wouldn't want you to know
The higher it goes the lower I feel
At least it blurs what's fake and what's real
The reality I'm avoiding somehow
Is there any point in fighting it now
I'm tired, you used to make me feel lighter
The future a little brighter
Now my jaw's clenched tighter
Not a lover but a fighter
This isn't a nice string of words
You didn't deserve them this time
This is me being me
With the occasional rhyme
