My pen is meant to cut you
These words are a personal fuck you
Remember me?
I'm the guy that threw his life away
Cut off a thumb and stuck it in a microwave
Then ran in circles till a blood path formed
Around the tiles like ringworm
You probably think I'm three dimensional
I'm really words on a screen that form a hypothetical
I'm hiding in a URL address
I'm building myself an escape hatch out of debts
You probably have me in your email inbox
Delivering death threats and buzzing like a robot
Do you find my symptoms troubling?
I'm working on medication that keeps doubling
I'm just tired of blank psychology
Make myself a main character again
I couldn't sell three books if it was a trilogy
So your next move is to call me an addict
I know because I've studied your habits
Mine reached from my wrist to my armpit
You used the razor just enough to scar it
I'm not saying you're killing yourself
I'm saying that if you're not living
You're doing something else