easier to run

Catching the clock on the bookcase
Hours have passed me by
As I lay thinking about him
The pain released in a sigh

Nowhere to turn
So I turn on myself
Using razors and alcohol
To massacre myself

Crack open the bottle
Down the contents in a swig
I’ll wake sometime tomorrow
With stranger hangovers than before

Nowhere to turn
So I turn on myself
Using razors and alcohol
To massacre myself

Dancing in my head
To a beat you can’t hear
Releasing everything
In the way you fear

Nowhere to turn
So I turn on myself
Using razors and alcohol
To massacre myself