A Part Is Better Than Zero

Well, it's so crazy that as you're aging, somehow

Things become so complicated

But you water it down and saturate it

With the simple fact that dying alone

Is the only thing you're thinking about

Metaphorically you're holding the phone

Just to relish in a tiny lack of silence from songs playing

'Cause It's just a reminder of all of the goals

That you had for yourself

Before you moved both the posts

To make room for the lies

You told yourself when they were close

I guess I needed room to feel I did more than coast

Yes, I am selfish

I'm only human at best

I just hope that I myself can mend my imperfections

They're all I've ever shared

Would it hurt for once

To give myself a breath of fresh air?

Fuck, I've slowly just been pouring it out

Without ever paying mind to the welts

Or the bruises that arise from the bouts

Of which I always seem to burden myself

When my self-worth should outweigh every scale (every scale)

Especially when shedding things that kept me overwhelmed

And It's just a reminder of all of the goals

That I had for myself

Before I moved both the posts

To make room for the lies

I told myself when they were close

To solidify my place and not be known

As a ghost of what I once was

Fuck, I've been pouring myself out

With each word, blood spills from my mouth

Now I pace my self-inflicted hell

Why can't I just admit that I fucking matter?