this is the trouble i’m in
it’s unbelievable
it’s a bad trip
crisis on top of crisis
it’s like stained glass
when the light hits
i know this aint god punishing me
this is a reckoning
for my own stupidity
it feels like the closing scene
the credits begin to roll
every morning
& when i remember the specifics of everything
it’s a shot of adrenaline
i can’t stop worrying
this can’t be happening
