Sitting at work on a Sunday

Hiding from god and family

Waiting on the world

To either end or begin

This is the life of abandonment

This is the life of darkness;

But crying into the void

Means no one hears you

And I would reach out

If i knew you’d take my hand

But you’d rather drown yourself

And you’d rather drown me

What a terrible, terrible place

We’ve found ourselves in