Maybe It Isn’t Too Late…

Published by

chewingonglass

on

December 11, 2025

In sickness and in health the brain
Can’t tell the difference but everyone
Else can see it in your eyes
Bleeding like daggers, sinking in like the sun
I knew this meant something so I know
I had to run further away from the meaning
What it is I wanted to say but I’m scared
Love you more now than I did then
Because I’ve got nowhere else I can be…

I’m looking into it but… how could it not be fatal?…

There’s too many ways to say nothing at all
Maybe that was part of some grand plan
But it was a pretty stupid plan if you ask me
No one’s asking… no one’s asking and maybe
They should
There’s too many ways to get from A to Z
And even more reason to get stuck on C
Maybe this was all part of some master plan
But it was a waste of time from the get go
No one’s asking… no one’s asking and maybe
They should have
There’s too many ways to say nothing at all
I guess it is all part of your divine plan
But there must have been an easier way
To fuck with us and everything to still be okay
No one’s asking… no one’s bothered and maybe
They did but deaf ears don’t hear shit
That far up or that deep below
I guess we are just stuck being ourselves
Acting out your stupid dumb ass plan
And we are told it is absurd to want to kill yourself

A wise man once said… You aren’t any smarter than you think you are…

Living with the fear that we knew
The brake lines are cut and the steering wheel
Was little more than decoration
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph didn’t know either
Grifters with a story to tell
I fell for it and so will you
No one’s as smart as you think they are
Standing right beside you in the dark