Unthreading

i've got a sleep deprived anxiety
and it's itching beneath my skin
these liquid liaisons aren't cutting it anymore
they keep taking longer and longer to kick in

so i'll just pour and pour
until i awaken on a foreign bathroom floor

there's a trashcan full of shit
that reminds me of you
and there's memories in my head
of things i wish i didn't do

and i'm watching the sun crawl past
the mountains and hide
and i'm keeping myself company
since no one's by my side

and i think i might have taken too much
but i wanted to feel alive again

yeah i think i might have taken too much
but i wanted to see your smile again

and when the men in white arrived
they did their best to make sure i survived

they asked what i had to take
but in delirium i couldn't even stay awake

so off i went soaring down that street
light spinning
the men in white quick to their feet

the only thing i heard
was the muffled tone
belonging to people
that i didn't know

the angels in white
bring me food on plastic trays
they always tell me
i'll get back my memory some day

and i don't really mind
i think it's fine
i just look out my window
at the clouds to pass the time

and i'm wondering why i'm even here
they say i was in
a coma for a year

there's no family or anyone
to visit me
but it's all right

i don't want any sympathy