Unthreading

i've got a sleep deprived anxiety

and it's itching beneath my skin

these liquid liaisons aren't cutting it anymore

they keep taking longer and longer to kick in

so i'll just pour and pour

until i awaken on a foreign bathroom floor

there's a trashcan full of shit

that reminds me of you

and there's memories in my head

of things i wish i didn't do

and i'm watching the sun crawl past

the mountains and hide

and i'm keeping myself company

since no one's by my side

and i think i might have taken too much

but i wanted to feel alive again

yeah i think i might have taken too much

but i wanted to see your smile again

and when the men in white arrived

they did their best to make sure i survived

they asked what i had to take

but in delirium i couldn't even stay awake

so off i went soaring down that street

light spinning

the men in white quick to their feet

the only thing i heard

was the muffled tone

belonging to people

that i didn't know

the angels in white

bring me food on plastic trays

they always tell me

i'll get back my memory some day

and i don't really mind

i think it's fine

i just look out my window

at the clouds to pass the time

and i'm wondering why i'm even here

they say i was in

a coma for a year

there's no family or anyone

to visit me

but it's all right

i don't want any sympathy