I Think I've Got a Problem

I think I've got a problem It's with my brain I've never had to try so hard Just to stand up straight I think I crossed a threshold And struck a match Set fire to this vessel And there is no turning back I think I found the bottom A brand new low I'd never guessed just how far Down the spiral I could go But if you see me down here Don't call for help 'Bout anyone will tell you my kind just Does it to ourselves Oh I wish that I could understand Why the more I try the more it seems I start to crumble slowly It's impossible to mend I'm just so self-destructive I think I've got a problem With self-control I'm living at the mercy of A fleet of hungry ghosts They tell me not to worry It'll be over soon It's like a running joke As if we really get to choose Oh I wish that I could find a way To unwind all the silken ties that Bind me to their ruthless urges Yet, I love to play the slave The pain is so seductive Don't say you're proud of me I didn't slay my demons I just replaced them with Some different iterations I keep on trying to hide it Act victorious But this mask is made of plastic On the border of a breakdown It's coming all to a head And any moment now You're gonna join me So don't be shy to Feed the hungry ghosts, too I bet you there's a shadow Just as dark behind you They worm their way inside You know you want it, too It's just a matter of time Before they come get you