Poorly Drawn Lines

Drowning in golden girl and empty tomorrows Lost in the haze of half remembered sorrows A fleeting escape from every ride, every sip Even my China Girl relents to truths grip I'm chasing myself, only catching phantoms Trying to numb the pain, that holds ransoms Clutching a sketchbook full of dead faces Smudged between sheets of forgotten places Still life with poorly drawn lines Fading in chaos, but nothing aligns A ghost in my own skin, hollow and numb Keep pretending I'm fine, sleeping in the slum I'm tangled in a web of shattered dreams Caught in the echoes of silent screams Every step forward feels like a retreat As the weight of decisions crashes beneath my feet I'm suffocating in the smoke of burnt screams Trying to forget myself, but reminded in my dreams Dancing with dragons under a sugar moon sky But their whispers of solace, they're just a lie Still life with poorly drawn lines Fading in chaos, but nothing aligns A ghost in my own skin, hollow and numb Keep pretending I'm fine, sleeping in the slum I'm tearing at the seams of a fragile sanity But the threads unravel a twisted vanity Smashing chalk onto a stained canvas The girls and their friends give no happiness Still life with poorly drawn lines Fading in chaos, but nothing aligns A ghost in my own skin, hollow and numb Keep pretending I'm fine, sleeping in the slum A shattered facade, against jagged shoals Falling through the cracks, of forgotten goals I'm a silhouette against the dying sun Pretending there's is no damage done