Sickness (8th floor blues)

Get drunk to forget that I could jump
Sober up and wanna do it twice as much
Drink more, but it’s never quite enough
Think morbid thoughts to feel more stuck

Pass out in the morning when the light
Floods over the empty void of night
And this sickness I can't fight
Will constantly ruin my life

'til I pass out
On the floor again
And feel the air under my feet
I’m always falling in my dreams
But they aren’t nightmares
I think they’re omens
Of what’s coming for me
I see demons in my sleep
Then I wake up

Get high to forget how much it hurts
Come down, just to end up feeling worse
Six years of therapy reversed
By every line in every verse

Used to write poems just to cope
So ironic, now the rope
Around my neck’s entwined
With every letter, every line

My writing
Is getting better
But I’m certainly not
Put me in the ground to rot
And don’t remember
Please forget me
‘cause every memory you keep
Will be more pain on you from me
Than I can take