Half-finished

Now, you see I wasn't quite done

When you scooped the air from my lungs

And now I went and swallowed my own tongue

I hadn't quite finished my point when you took it from my hands 

And lulled me with sweet sweet dreams 

Empty spilling out of my pockets 

Hungry piled up on my plate

I'll hold my own arm if that's okay 

Your strength was nothing but a trick of the light contending 

With my own eyes

The final act of the night

You can keep your damage

I got mine. 

Staring me down by the truckload

I never needed help ruining my life 

I'll manage just fine, thanks