Hangman
de Tom MacDonald
This a warnin' for the ones who say they aren't afraid
Lately I've been comin' from a darker place
I've been dealin' with depression, I'm more dangerous than ever
I've been drinkin' again and never felt better
I swear to God that I'ma burn a bridge and piss on the flames
Mix the ash with some whiskey and spit it all in they face
My new girl probably flip if you've got somethin' to say
She reminds me of myself when I would drink everyday
I used to feel like how I felt was just a temporary phase
But now I feel like the feelings are fuckin' feeding off fame
And I don't plan to slow down or give it a second to breathe
I push the pedal past the breaking point, I'm pickin' up speed
In twho thousand sixteen, swear I came apart at the seams
I was scared of the dark and therefore afraid of my dreams
But I rebuilt what came apart with iron alloy and beams
Come fly a plane into my legs and I won't fall to my knees
Haven't taken any pills to calm me down for a month
I'm on the edge and I'm waiting for any reason to jump
Don't take it lightly, I'm excited when they throwin' a punch
I got a list of different strategies to bury these bums
Very rarely do I carry all the weight of a grudge
But I been barely ordinary since the prairies and drugs
My imaginary friends in camouflage with some guns
And I've been fairly military but my army is one
They've been passive aggressive with how the deal with my message
They lack the passion and reckless nature of truthful expression
They ain't made of what I'm made from, they been bruised up and dented
They don't understand the underhanded ruthless obsession
That I was born with, slammed like the door sticks
Closet full of skeletons, so heavy couldn't move them with a forklift
Your bitch probably fell in love 'cause you forced it
Now she bump my records while you deep inside a porn binge
I woke up with a buzzin' in my head
I don't wanna leave the comfort of my bed
A dozen missed calls from a dozen of my friends
And my day just started but it's comin' to an end
Already gettin' dark, wake up with the stars
I don't even know how I got home after I left the bar, yeah
I did eight months sober, and I hate that it's over
But the weight on my shoulder started breakin' my heart
I started out with one or two, and then I moved to three or four
And then I realized that I was back where I had been before
Ativan's gone missin' from the bottle
Tell my doctor they were stolen, but I know that they were swallowed
Everything I ever did was always done with open throttles
All the way or nothin', non-commitment is a broken promise
And I know that that's a problem in itself
But you're livin' or you're dyin' or you're cryin' out for help, yeah
It's been a week since I've felt like me
I've been starvin' but I just can't eat
I'm exhausted but I can't find sleep, it's been harder than it's ever been
The darkness hasn't ever dimmed, the light's so bleak
I never understood what they meant when they said they were just
The shadows of men that they had been before they were beat
Now I know that everything I heard was for real
When I'm lookin' in the mirror at a shell of myself
I think that stress is a contributing factor
The bein' twnety eight and feelin' older than dad does
The wrinkles on my face spreadin' faster and faster
If the good die young, I hope I'm one of the bad ones
The day's long, stay strong and try again tomorrow though
Even if you're runnin' out of reasons to ignore the phone
Even if you're runnin' out of gas, go and borrow more
Your demons knock the hardest when you finally chose to close the door
This not the way my parents raised me
I hope they realize they didn't fail one of their babies
This is the result of a declining social climate
That's original design was keepin' people trapped inside it
Liquor and violence, we suffer in silence
Until we embrace one another and find our collective defiance
Will topple the giants, I just try to smile though the cryin'
'Cause I know that someone, somewhere's, feelin' way worse than I am
And that's true (that's true, that's true)
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