There’s mundane categories of Wednesday people
And extravagant Friday drones
With a side of Monday blues
And Tuesday breakdowns
Listlessly floating through space
And staining the world through time
Letting me grasp your hand
But letting it go
  One pill Two pill
  Three pill four
  How many pills
  Till I can’t breath no more
And your eyes hold buckets
Filled with useless worlds
And they dispose them
With every  
               Slow
                        Breath
And everything seems to break
And c r a c k
And yet it just seems to
F
A
L
L
So make a canvas out of my soul
And carve your heart into mine
Let me see your feelings burn
To break my heart again