Late Nights
Kid Victory
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(All right, hold up, give me second) (Okay, I'm ready) Late nights are the worst of times That's when I contemplate my worth and I often can't sleep So I'm looking at my term in life I'm burning might trying to calm this curse of mine Emerging frights settled in a squirming mind And I swear I'm finna change, but I'm swerving right And the more that I'm putting in the effort, all I see are networks crash in a surge of light And I'm sick of all the rhetoric spouting in repetition And holding up the deficits crowding the depositions Bloody man-made model of loneliness watching the hole deepen Praying I'm changing my definition Cause, is fucking hollow what I'm meant to be? I pretend to be better than this mess of me Cause inside, there's a man who's regressing He can barely speak; All he wants is a pen to bleed And it's pressing me mentally like the memories of the times When I thought I had a team, but they always were neglecting me I felt meek; They could never spare the breath for me How did it speak to the rest of me? It's not good, mixing doubt deeper into the recipe That's why my chemistry is fucked up And I'm feeling undone, wishing I could bloody rest in peace And I'm so Stuck in my head Clung to my stress (And it kills me, dead Yes, it kills me) Fingers gripping at the parallels As I spiral out, riding on the carousel Clutching my sense until it's slipping away again Again and again, is this over yet? I'm burnt out, not a motherfucking smolder left And I'm looking at it so perplexed, in slow descent through nightmares Sinking till my hopes defect And I've got no defense for ghosts of them Tried to put them in a pen but then they bloody broke the fence We're on deck and the breadth's looking so immense It's overwhelming trying to label foes and friends And I'm triggered but I'm not wicked Dr. Jekyll playing gentle and he's not winning So then enter Mr. Hyde with a mission in his mind and the friction in his eyes Got my thoughts slipping And I'm wishing for a text saying someone wants to check in Swimming in the stress ever since I saw it crept in Dylan's getting vexed till I'm closer to a vestige Fixing for my bed, I've been feeling fucking restless Questions crowding my brain Like "When I'm sober, am I ever really seeing straight?" Or "When I spiral, why does no one ever relate?" "Why did my best friend bail when I was ready to break?" You left your "bro" disheartened (shit...) I know I'm hyper-emotional and the quotient will bury me in the darkness I've been spilling my heart, been looking for some catharsis Trying to fill it up cause Justin left me starving Damn, look at my back Grab the handle, take a pull and get your knives back One for every single person I thought I had on my team When they really only sought to make the time pass, f*ck 'em And lately, I'm tossing and turning in bed With my thoughts on the hurt in my chest and the jerk in my head Stuck in my head Clung to my stress (And it kills me, dead Yes, it kills me) Fingers gripping at the parallels As I spiral out, riding on the carousel Clutching my sense until it's slipping away again Until it's slipping away again
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