Hopefully I'll Be Dead

I forget how it feels not to run through your head

Time drones on and my feet tingle and feel so weak

a bit more time, and I’ll be dead

And every night as I lay down on my bed

I am dusty and grow to be an antique

I forget how it feels not to run through your head

My eyes dry out and can’t recall what they’d just read

My tongue grows coarse and can’t comprehend how to speak

A bit more time, and I’ll be dead

It’s hard to regret the words I have never said

My white shirt’s gone yellow and my underarms reek

I forget how it feels no to run around your head

The veins in my legs explode and from them bled

My cavity filled mouth has corroded my cheeks

Just a bit more time, and hopefully I’ll be dead

My breath in my chest slows, feeling like lead

And there’s no point to fight this fatal losing streak

Now I know how it feels to not run through your head

It was just enough time to rot and now I’m dead.