Dysthymia from Muff Cabbage! by Another Astronaut

Here I lie again
Alone and sick of all my friends
An avalanche of bitter thoughts
A microscope on all my faults

A never ending twist and turn
A fire cold enough to burn
This virus growing in my head
I'm writhing in my broken bed

No one left to tell
Reflections that I loathe so well
Guilty hands play hide the hopeless
Paste a smile. Cut the bullshit

Lay down as the pressure builds up
In this casket of a bathtub
Soaked up lies engulf the silence
Tell yourself you've cured the sickness

And I've lost myself again
I don't wanna be something else
But this remedy's my friend
And I've lost myself again

This bottle is my savior
White pieces to dull the flavor
Of faulty fucked up fried synapses
Burning out behind these lashes

Catering to swelling tumors
Blistered, bruised, infected rumors
With these words you've heard so much
"You'll never be quite good enough."

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