And I Grew into Ribbons - Street Sects

Numb

No longer afraid

Numb

Disinhibited

Dead on my feet

I’m always walking towards the exit

No good deed unpunished

No acknowledgement

I get tired of the things I claim to love

I get tired of the thing that I’ve become

Every good thing in my life

Comes at someone else’s expense

Numb

No longer afraid

Numb

Disinhibited

Wake up and say something

Do something, make something

Pretend to feel something

Wait for the day to end

The problem with giving a shit

Is no one thanks you

And they always want more

I wish I had done

Something else

With my life

I get tired of trying to convince myself

Not to pull the trigger

Not to turn out the light