Shots in My Skull

All that lightning in my head last night hit all the parts I prayed it wouldn’t
But I couldn’t have stopped it if I tried
So now I’m wandering around that building site even though I know I shouldn’t
But I just need to find anything that will make me feel alive

And the wind, it was bricks
And the rain, it was knives
If it could knock me out and cut me down to size
Then I might be alright

I’m trying not to think too hard about another potential year
Of counting miles of sadness while hopes of happiness disappear
I can’t fall asleep in the back seat but there’s always just enough room in here
To make sure that my crooked spine’s not the only thing that feels out of place
As I desperately try not to forget your face

How many more years can I keep on chewing with one side of my mouth
And telling myself that the sky’s the limit when it’s all plummeting south?
Well, there’s always hope
Be it false or not
There’s always hope
Be it false or not
There’s always

I hope all those shots fired in my skull tonight hit all the parts I fucking aim for
Because I’m getting so tired of being awake
And with each and every day that your beauty fades, my ugliness is amplified
Then it’s back to square one, struggling through the day
Back to square one, struggling through the day
Back to square one, struggling through the day