The dull ache of a pointed mallet beating against your already broken heart

Just trying to ease the pain. Walking down some empty road. Cutting ties with a rusty knife. Tired of this miserable, slow long drive.

When am i going to be able to look somebody in the eye and say something that i really think.And have it actually come across well. Sometimes its better to just lie. Lie down and let it all wash over you. The reality of the situation suddenly seems so inconsequential. And you know nothing really matters, because tomorrow is a new day. And theres a fresh steaming turd at the end of it.

Whats the point of optimism when we both know its bull. I wont be uptight if you love me tonight. When I can. I will...