you wear your skin and paint your pain
hour to hour
day after day
and the love that you have keeps those bonds a restraint
but it's nearly friday
you get paid today

the sun and its rays are a distant black haze
that remind you of days where the playground was a place
you could drink and then chase
your friend by the corner
now sometimes it seems more friends met a coroner

but you have to stay on
the road is to dark
no more dying
no trying to sleep in the park
you're expected to love
the word falls apart
what is close to the soul can switch to the heart

you cart off the days with a cynical wage
but those you repay
they relay their bliss
until happiness became the image of a fake pain

there's no certain ending
i've tried and i've failed
we can't live forever
my liver is pale

we do what we do
then we wait for the mail
but the news never comes
the truth is so frail