I can’t help
but feel the squelching heat of defeat
I’m beat, life has won
I’m done with all the running away
praying for another day to save myself
when all I want is the peace beneath my eyelids
and they have no clue what I plan to do
behind closed doors.
Linoleum floors never felt colder underneath soft skin
I say it’s comfort but you call it a sin.
But who wins when you can’t find me in an abandoned bathroom
struggling to breathe beneath the heat of defeat
that did me in?