Sick

It's just a fight and nothing flows
We're all dumbed down and ashamed to glow 
We carry scars we never address 
We're past caring whether the past's at rest 

I don't know how to do this without you 
You never show up for me but I 
always think you're about to 
I'm sick of waiting and sick in general 
I want you, not your trifling collateral 

It's all pain and no one abides 
We're all pulled under and washed out by the tide 
We harbor hurt we know not the root of 
Our tolerance skyrockets, now we 
need a new drug 

You can't hope to find more meaning 
than my heart slick in your hands gleaming 
You're sick of stagnation and sick of serenades 
You want no one and nothing but 
your own lonely grave