What's Left of "Shitlife" - Love Lost But Not Forgotten

I can’t seem to stop breaking out my teeth

But I hear it can be therapeutic

Clinging to threads in motion

Stepping out from under what I mean

Living in dreams too lucid for comfort, my blood is slipping

My brother dying

I’m not sure you can die from it

But I’m going fucking crazy sleeping on the floor

Once it was a shotgun

Then it was a knife

My dreams, my blood combing my brain