LYRIC FOR SALE

By Six Degrees

Packed a lot into a two year disaster
An overstuffed suitcase that's falling apart
You shouldn't have been there, the words were too cutting
Beating my head while breaking my heart

Why when I lie awake are the only things I see all the men I couldn't be?

What sins I've committed in past lives to answer
The question of why this is happening still
Sleep with the fissures, it's not who you think
But there's no medication for this kind of ill

If I made any mistakes, then my illness made them for me as it slowly overtook me

Haunted by trauma, I stand by the window
The Russian solution to failure I own
A concrete conclusion to wounds self-inflicted
At least with this baggage I won't die alone

I looked into those hazel eyes and told her things which made her cry
Of days where I would scream inside and nights where I would pray to die

Hey, them’s the breaks when you die by the sword from suffering which can't be inured
I wonder if all that therapy will mean she’ll really miss me when I’m gone
Goodbye, you beautiful stranger
Clear your diary because we’re done here