Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so

You said your mother only smiled on her tv show

You're only

Happy when your sorry head is filled with dope

I hope you make it to the day

You're twenty eight years old

You're dripping like a saturated sunrise

You're feeling like an overflowing sink

You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece

And now you're tearing through the pages and the ink

Hmm everything is blue

His pills his hands his jeans

And now I'm covered in the colors

Pulled apart at the seams